To Tame a Highland Warrior by Karen Marie Moning

To Tame a Highland Warrior by Karen Marie Moning

Author:Karen Marie Moning [Moning, Karen Marie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 978-0-307-43024-3
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Published: 1999-03-26T16:00:00+00:00


“Grimm, I didn’t want to say anything before, but I paid that innkeeper a small fortune to get rid of the butcher,” Quinn said as he paced the edge of the loch. Grimm rose from the icy water, finally clean again, and scowled at the remains of the animal.

Quinn caught his look and said, “Don’t even start. You saved his life, Grimm. I won’t hear one word of your self-loathing for being a Berserker. It’s a gift, do you hear me? A gift!”

Grimm exhaled dismally and made no response.

Quinn continued where he’d left off. “As I was saying, I paid the man. If he didn’t get rid of the butcher, then I’m going to be heading back to Durrkesh to get some answers.”

Grimm waved his hand, dismissing Quinn’s concern. “Doona bother, Quinn. It wasn’t the butcher.”

“What? What do you mean, it wasn’t the butcher?”

“It wasn’t even the chicken. It was the whisky.”

Quinn blinked rapidly several times. “Then why did you say it was the chicken?”

“I trust you, Quinn. I doona know Ramsay. The poison was root of thmsynne. The root loses its poisonous properties if simmered, broiled, or roasted. It must be crushed and diluted, and its effect is enhanced by alcohol. Besides, I found the remainder of the bottle downstairs the next morning. Whoever it was wasn’t very thorough.”

“But I didn’t drink any whisky with you,” Quinn protested.

“You didn’t know you drank whisky.” Grimm gave him a wry, apologetic twist of his lips. “I dumped my final mug of whisky, poured from the drugged bottle, over the chicken to get rid of it because I was sick of drinking and getting ready to leave. The poison is odorless until digested, and even my senses couldn’t pick it up. Once it mixes with the body’s fluids, however, it takes on a noxious odor.”

“Christ, man!” Quinn gave him a dark look. “Of all the luck. So who do you think did it?”

Grimm studied him intently. “I’ve given that a lot of thought over the past few days. The only thing I can conclude is that the McKane have ferreted me out again somehow.”

“Don’t they know poison doesn’t work on a Berserker?”

“They’ve never succeeded in taking one alive to question.”

“So they may not know what feats one of you is capable of? Even they don’t know how to kill you?”

“Correct.”

Quinn mulled this new information over a moment. Then his eyes clouded. “If that’s the case, if the McKane have indeed found you again, Grimm, what’s to stop them from following you to Caithness?” Quinn asked carefully. “Again.”

Grimm raised his head with a stricken look.



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