The Wolf of Kisimul Castle by Heather Mccollum

Author:Heather Mccollum [Mccollum, Heather]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Highland
Published: 2017-08-13T21:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

If he’d had his sword drawn, Alec might have skewered Angus Cameron where he stood, his triumphant smile slashed across his round, bushy face.

“Tor?” Mairi whispered, standing there, her hand on his arm. “Cullen? They were here? Just days ago.” Her fingers curled into a tight fist and slid down to her side.

“Mairi—”

She held up a hand, silencing him. With her head high and the regal bearing of a queen, she grabbed the yellow skirts of Millie’s dress and strode up the wooden dock toward the castle. Hair tumbling down around her stiff shoulders and bare feet made her look like a furious fairy marching off to war.

Angus made an appreciative grumble in his throat. “Now that’s a fine lass for tupping.” He chuckled. “Wondered what was taking ye so long. Seeking a bit of vengeance by fu—”

Alec’s fist slammed into the bastard’s jaw and nose, throwing him backward, arms flailing, to land on his arse. “Get the bloody hell off my island. Now.” Alec ignored the warmth of his blood on his knuckles and stepped over Angus’s thick legs to stride toward the castle.

Behind him, Angus spit. “Ye knocked out my bloody tooth.”

“Ye have an hour to get your men off Kisimul,” Alec turned and nodded to Ian who stood in the doorway. “Light the beacon.” It would draw his men from shore, since at present there were more Camerons and Macraes on Kisimul than fighting MacNeils, and he wouldn’t risk his children or Mairi. Ian ran off as Kenneth came out of the hall, sword drawn.

“Where’s Mairi?” Alec asked.

“I don’t think ye’re going to like it,” Kenneth said as they entered.

Only George Macrae stood inside, the other men hopefully on his ship. Alec pointed at him. “Angus Cameron has one hour to vacate Kisimul and Barra. Make sure he sees it happen.”

George strode out the door, and Alec turned back to Kenneth. “Where is she?”

“I saw her heading down to the dungeon.”

“Mo chreach,” Alec murmured. “Guard the children,” he ordered as he walked briskly toward the back of the keep.

He grabbed a lit torch, held in one of the iron wall sconces, and pushed through the heavy door. “Mairi,” he called, his boots cracking against the cobblestone ramp as he descended underground.

She sat in the dark on the raised platform that had been her luxurious bed last week. Alec went to the door and shook the bars. She’d locked herself in with the key. “Dammit, Mairi. Ye knew they’d come look for ye. I wasn’t about to start a war in my village when it could be avoided by ye marrying me first. It was just the two of them, and if they’d known ye were here, they’d have drawn their swords. I didn’t want to kill your brother.”

She kept her back to him, knees pulled up under her chin with her arms wrapped around them. It was cold down there. He rattled the bars. “Mo chreach, Mairi, open the door.”

“Ye started a war the moment ye took me from Kilchoan,” she said.

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