The Highlander's Quest~A Sutherland Legacy Novella by Eliza Knight

Author:Eliza Knight [Knight, Eliza]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Knight Media, LLC
Published: 2018-09-09T17:00:00+00:00

7

“Wake, damn ye!” Alistair shook Julia’s shoulders once more.

Her body was limp, and her head hung back on her neck as though no bones or muscles had ever had the power to hold it upright.

His heart was pounding, threatening to crack his ribs. It had been at least an hour since he’d seen her fall. With one blow, he’d knocked the bitch’s henchman into the Fairy Pools. The man had sputtered, kicked, flailed, and then fallen under. He couldn’t swim it was clear. The behemoth had yet to come out of it—meaning he likely wouldn’t.

King David had leapt into Alistair’s arms and he hadn’t let go since. Alistair didn’t blame the whelp. He’d been through a hell of a time of it. Though he didn’t look to have been beaten or starved since he was taken, he was shaken, and had dark circles under his eyes from lack of sleep.

Alistair had seen Melia race away, and he would have gone after her, but leaving Julia in the state she was in, and the king to his own defenses, was not a plan he could be proud of. So off that wretched, vile villainess had run.

“Her leg,” the king had said. “A dart.”

Alistair had plucked the poison dart from Julia’s leg, sniffing the metal shaft and wrenching away in disgust. Whatever Melia used to poison Julia had been enough to make her sleep, but not to kill her. Thank God, a small favor he was grateful for.

“Nurse did that to the men, too,” the king explained. His young, concerned gaze rested on Julia. “Will she wake?”

Alistair nodded, not wanting to tell the lad how he feared the opposite could be true.

She was so lifeless, pale, her dark lashes a stark contrast to the milk of her cheeks. Her hand was limp and when he squeezed it, he strained to feel her squeeze back, but there was nothing.

The king scooted enough away from Alistair to lean over Julia, touching her cheek. “She is bonny. I saw her in a dream.”

“Ye have met her before?” Alistair figured they must have met at some point, with Julia’s mother being sister to the king.

“Nay, just in my dream.”

Alistair frowned. A dream? Was Julia inside everyone’s heads? Impossible. And how serious could he take the words of a lad?

The king sat back on his heels and plucked at the blades of grass beside him. Alistair was grateful the lad seemed for the moment to be more distracted and less disturbed.

Just then, Julia’s eyelashes twitched, and her lids fluttered open. She stared up at Alistair in confusion, then bolted upright so fast she hit him square in the forehead, falling back down.

“Och, why did ye hit me?” she asked.

Alistair raised a brow and wiped at his painful forehead. The lass had a habit of slamming into him and then wondering why he’d attacked her… He might have laughed if he’d not just been worried about her dying. “Do ye remember what happened?” he asked.

“She shot me.” Julia jerked upright again, but this time he was able to get out her way in time.

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