My Wild Highlander by Vonda Sinclair

Author:Vonda Sinclair
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: romance, historical fiction, historical romance, castles, highlander, romance novel, fiction historical, 1600s, sensual romance, castles fiction, romance historical romance, hot historical romance, romance action adventure, highland historical romance, scottish historical romance, scottish castles, romance 1600s
Publisher: Vonda Sinclair

Chapter Ten

Damnation! Girard had raped her. Lachlan wanted to run the bastard through, nay, slit his throat and hack him to bits!

Angelique cried silently, her body shaking with the sobs.

Lachlan untied her hands and her ankle. Once free, she curled into a ball, and he covered her with the blanket. He knelt beside the bed and stroked a hand over her head, pushing the curls back from her face…trying to soothe her and make up for some of his own callous behavior.

"I will kill him," he said in a soft, rough voice. "By the saints, I swear it. When did this happen?"

Finally, she opened her eyes but would not hold his gaze. "A year ago, in France. The first time, after he asked me to marry him, he did not force me. I thought I was in love with him and, against my better judgment, agreed to become lovers. I hated the painful, humiliating act. Then I caught him with another woman, a serving maid. I told him I never wanted to see him again and this angered him. That is when he raped me."

A killing rage, nay, a dark bloodlust such as Lachlan had never felt speared him. He rose and moved away, fearing she'd feel the violence radiating off him. He wanted to smash something. "If I ever see him, I shall kill him. I swear it!"

She pressed her eyes closed and more tears leaked out.

Lachlan yanked on his clothes, imagining the hell she'd endured, trying to control his anger. No wonder she had not wanted him to touch her. And he'd tied her up. He'd terrified her beyond reason, probably made her think he was going to rape her, too. Though his only intention had been to give her pleasure, he'd been a bastard.

Once dressed, he again knelt by the bed and slid a hand over her hair, offering what comfort he knew how. "I'm sorry I tied you up. I didn't know."

"It is nothing."

"Nay, I was wrong to do it. I never meant to frighten you."

She remained silent. He knew naught else to say. How could he offer her comfort when his mere presence likely scared her worse?

"I hope you can forgive me. Sleep now, and I'll see you on the morrow."

He did not want to leave her like that. He wanted to crawl in bed beside her, pull her against his chest and stroke her, kiss her, 'til she felt better. 'Til she was happy. But that would not happen. Feeling helpless and in the darkest mood ever, he closed the door on the way out. In the sitting room, Camille glared at him with tear-filled eyes, her fists clenched at her sides.

"I didn't hurt her. I frightened her unintentionally…but I didn't hurt her." He stalked through to his own chamber.

The sounds of music and dancing carried up to him from the great hall, but he was in no mood to celebrate. Hell, he wanted to fight someone named Girard and seek vengeance for what he'd done to Angelique.

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