Faye's Sacrifice (Borderland Rebels Book 1) by Madeline Martin

Author:Madeline Martin [Martin, Madeline]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Madeline Martin
Published: 2020-06-22T18:30:00+00:00

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Faye sat forward in her chair. “I beg yer pardon?”

The young man ducked his head, revealing the top of his bushy blond head. “They claim to be yer family, my lady. They’re in the bailey and insist on seeing ye both.”

Ewan nodded toward the large entryway. “Go to them. I’ll join ye in a moment.”

Faye leapt to her feet and raced through the Great Hall, heedless of so many eyes set upon her. She would have gone with or without Ewan’s permission, though she hadn’t anticipated he would deny her the opportunity to see her family.

They’d come for her.

All this time she’d worried they would think she was dead, or that they might not ever see her again. Drake, so strong and determined. Kinsey, all fire and driven with purpose. Clara, with her exquisite kindness. And Mum…

Tears blurred Faye’s vision, but she’d ventured through the castle enough times by now to know its layout. The missive she’d sent her family would not have reached them yet. They hadn’t come because she’d summoned them.

They’d come because they’d sought her out.

Such a realization made her tears spill over. She ran faster, erupting from the entrance to the castle and out into the cold night air.

All at once, there they were. Her mother with Kinsey on one side and Clara on the other.

“Faye!” Kinsey’s voice pierced the quiet with excitement, and the trio ran toward her.

They met halfway in a fiercely clashing hug. Arms curled around Faye, bringing with them the familiar sweet scent. Faye closed her eyes, welcoming the torrent of memories of her home and family, ones she’d turned away from previously in an attempt to stay sane.

They rushed back now, brought on by the familiarity of her sisters’ and mother’s voices and the clean perfume of lavender. Clara sewed the little sachets every time she harvested her herbs, setting aside a batch of buds specifically to perfume the kirtles stored at the foot of their beds. It was such a small, simple thing that Faye had always thought foolish.

Now, it was the smell of home. Of love.

“Thanks be to God ye’re here,” her mother whispered.

“Where’s Drake?” Faye hoped he hadn’t left his post at Werrick Castle, not when it meant so much to him.

“Two or three days behind us.” Clara glanced at the horizon as if she might be able to see him making his way to Dunrobin already. “We had a missive sent to him.”

“Are ye hurt?” Mum held Faye by the shoulders and looked at her, examining her with a sharp gaze from her head to the scuffed toes of her shoes.

“I’m fine, Mum,” Faye reassured her.

“We were so worried.” Clara caught Faye’s hand and clung to it as tears filled her crystal blue eyes.

“How did ye know to come here?” Faye asked.

“Yer grandda approached me a day before ye disappeared asking about yer betrothal,” her mother replied. “When ye dinna come home, it was too easy to guess what that arse of a man had done.” The anger on her face deepened to sorrow.

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