The Lady and the Knight (Highland Brides) by Greiman Lois

Author:Greiman, Lois [Greiman, Lois]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Avon Books
Published: 2012-04-21T03:00:00+00:00

"Holy, fucking hell!" Boden roared. Pain ripped through his leg. He grappled to rise.

"Hold him down!" cried Sara. "Hold him!"

The smell of burning flesh stung his nostrils. Jesus, God! It was his flesh! He gasped a deep breath, recoiling for another effort, and in that moment hell was revisited.

He roared in agony, bucking against the mattress.

"Tis done! Tis done!" cried Sara, dropping to her knees beside him.

He roared again, trying to break his arms free. But it was no use. He rolled his head to the side.

Her face was as pale as winter, accented by eyes wide with terror.

Damn her to hell. She should be scared, for in her lily white hand she still held the instrument of torture—his own damned knife, still smoking from the fire. And he would make her pay.

"Couldn't you let me sleep in peace? Not for a moment?"

"You've been sleeping," she said. "I could wait no more. I had to cauterize the wound. It is not so long. Just a couple of inches. But I worried. Twas my fault. Liam mistook ye for the enemy and threw his knives. He did not mean to harm you. I'm sorry."

"Sorry!" He managed the word through gritted teeth. "You will be sorry. As will you!" he yelled, turning his head to roar at the others who stood nearly out of his line of vision.

Three men scrambled toward the door. Boden tried to reach them, but his arms were still bound to the bed.

The innkeeper stopped in the doorway. "If... if that's all you'll be needing, my lady..."

"Aye." She rose slowly to her feet.

Her voice sounded weak. Good! He hoped she fainted dead away. Who knew what evil things he could think to do to her before she awoke. If she'd just take the damned ropes off his arms. St.

Silvester! His leg burned like the fires of hell! He jerked at the ropes again, but they didn't budge.

"That will be all," she said. "Ye... ye have me thanks. And Sir Blade's."

Boden growled. The innkeeper scrambled after his friends.

Boden turned to look into her face again. She was just as pale as before.

"You are a conniving little liar!" he accused.

"I thought twould be better for ye if ye were asleep."

"You burnt my damned leg!" he roared. "You thought I would sleep through it?"

Her eyes got wider still, and he saw now that her hand that held his knife was shaking. Good.

She deserved it.

Even though she looked like she hadn't slept for a month. She'd walked while he rode—carrying the baby—in the rain. He remembered it all now. Still, she had no right to lie to him. After all, he was a knight, trained, true, tested. It wasn't as if he couldn't have borne a little pain while awake.

God, his leg hurt.

"Sit the hell down," he growled. "Before you fall over."

"I do feel a wee bit faint," she said, wobbling a little on her feet.

"No you don't. No you don't!" he said, jerking at his bonds. "Cut me loose before you pass out.

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