One Scottish Knight: A Medieval Novella (Perthshire Series) by Watson E. Elizabeth

Author:Watson, E. Elizabeth [Watson, E. Elizabeth]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Candlelight Treasury
Published: 2017-04-27T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 5

“Aye, I think it necessary,” Eachann countered.

His blood was still pounding. He could still see Caty in the bastard’s clutches as he chased her out of the trees and captured her by the hair. He might be chuckling now, they might be surrounded by nighttime, but all he could see was red.

The whoreson, he cursed inwardly.

The beast in him had come out, to see Caty so desperate and terrified. One punch hadn’t been enough to sate his furious fists. Gregor was going to be sore. His eye was already swelling, and soon it would be a puffy purple and red bruise. True, he might be in trouble for attacking a nobleman’s son, but he had administered such a beating honestly.

He glanced back at Catriona. In spite of his rage, he was bloody proud of her. She was always so soft-spoken, so demure and quiet, that it was heartening to know she had a Scot’s fire in her soul when she needed it. The problem was that she should never have needed to use it. Gregor should have known better than to press an unwilling woman, no matter her station.

“I think Laird Murray oughts know that his son is using his sister’s pregnant state to lure women away as his victims. I think he oughts know that Catriona was so desperate, that she had to pull a knife on you. And I think you should return to Drummond Castle with your cock hanging loose, so that all might see your embarrassment for themselves.” Gregor looked at him incredulously, but Eachann persisted. “Caty, go and fetch his effects and his horse. We shall deliver his kilt and belts to Laird Murray for him and leave him to walk back on foot.”

Catriona scrambled back into the woods in the direction from which she had run and returned moments later with the beast’s reins, holding them at the bit, wincing on her bare feet. He assessed her. She seemed to be in pain.

But as she merged back where Eachann stood with a hand tethering Gregor, Gregor ripped free, bolted, and jumped over the horse’s rump into the saddle, kicking the beast into a gallop. Catriona stumbled as the animal yanked away from her hold. He shot off into the night toward Crieff.

Instead of making immediate chase, Eachann grabbed Catriona and dragged her to him. He encircled her in his arms, burying his face in her hair. He hadn’t touched her more than what was polite since they were children playing in the countryside, running through streams, as friends. But as his anger dissipated, he couldn’t help touching her now.

“Caty, lass. I saw Gregor leave Drummond Castle and sought permission to come home. I’m sorry I didn’t get to you in time,” he said, closing his eyes to smell her, feel her supple and soft in his arms as she melted to his chest.

“I love how you call me ‘Caty’,” she whispered. “I…” She looked up at him now and he opened his eyes to gaze down into hers.

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