The Pirate Laird's Hostage (The Highland Warlord Series Book 3) by Tessa Murran

Author:Tessa Murran [Murran, Tessa]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Historical Romance, Women's Fiction, Regency & Victorian Era, 19th Century, Adult Themes, Forever Love, Bachelor, Single Woman, Medieval, Ancient World, Thrillers & Suspense, Mystery & Intrigue, Violence & Crime Story, Protection & Safety, Action & Adventure, Dangerous & Deadly, Romantic Suspense, Life-Changes, Second Chance Reunion, Fantasy, Lifetime Love, Romantic Schemes, Scottish & Highland Romance, Highlander, Dark Ages, Beautiful & Feisty, The Highland Warlord Series
Publisher: Tessa Murran
Published: 2020-02-15T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Sixteen

Morna spent a sleepless night wracked with guilt and indecision. She could not let her brother or his men die for her, nor did she want Will to die. It was a shameful fact to acknowledge, but in some dark part of her soul, she wanted him. Beyond that, Morna had seen glimpses of the pain which lay behind his hard demeanour, she had seen the wounded man beneath. Worst of all, she realised that when she had seen Cormac on that hill in the rain, her heart had risen, and then fallen, at the thought of leaving Fitheach and never seeing Will again. Of course, she could not say any of this aloud to a man who clearly saw her as a distraction, a warm body to cushion him in bed, or, worse still, an obligation, because of her helping him in the past.

When the key turned in the lock, Braya stood before her with a sheepish look on her face and a tray of food in her hand.

‘The master says you are to remain in here, safe, so I have brought you breakfast.’

‘I don’t want it. I want to see Will, now.’

‘He won’t like it if I defy his orders.’

‘He won’t like it if half his clansmen die when my brother attacks this castle. Take me to him and we can avoid all that bloodshed, I swear. Please, Braya.’

***

Morna sat astride the horse before the gates of Fitheach, trying to compose herself. Her horse was tethered to Will’s.

‘I will not tie your hands, for Cormac’s rage is huge enough as it is, but do not be foolish and try to bolt,’ said Will with a scowl.

‘I give you my word, I will not. I need to talk to him, that is all. I swear I will return with you to Fitheach, if only you would grant me this one chance to see him.’

‘You are up to something, Morna.’

‘Aye, saving your life.’

‘Very well, I will take this path and see where it leads, but I suspect nowhere good.’ Will turned to Waldrick, who was shaking his head and tutting at this side.

‘This is madness, my friend. Give him a chance and Buchanan will cut you down and take the girl.’

‘Put the best archers on the walls. We’ll bring him in close enough to see the whites of his eyes. So if you try anything, Morna,’ Will said, turning back to her, ‘it will be on you what happens afterwards. Agreed?’

She nodded, and the gates creaked open. A messenger sped out to tell Cormac to come to the castle alone. Morna had insisted on it, for she did not want Owen to accompany him. She wanted to spare him the humiliation of what she was about to do, for she owed Owen that much. Her brother’s humiliation she would have to live with.

In a matter of minutes, she saw Cormac gallop over the hill and thunder towards the castle. He pulled his horse up hard, right in front of them.

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