Forbidden Night with the Highlander by Michelle Willingham

Author:Michelle Willingham [Willingham, Michelle]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2017-11-06T18:39:04+00:00

Chapter Eight

Rhys returned to Warrick but was startled to find his brother gone. His bedding was rumpled, and even his shoes were still there. It might be that he’d left to relieve himself, but he had not seen his brother walk since he’d been rescued.

His instincts tightened with unease, and he returned to his men. ‘Have you seen Warrick?’

‘No, my lord,’ one of the guards answered.

It was then that Rhys did a count of the men and realised that all of them were present. Lianna had not taken a guard with her—and likely, that was why his brother was gone. She would have passed by the tent on her way towards the glen, and Warrick must have followed her.

Rhys traced his brother’s footsteps towards the glen. A few paces out, he saw a fragment of Warrick’s bandage. Then, at the edge of the forest, he saw another piece of linen tied to a sapling.

A coldness flooded his veins, for this was a game they had played as boys. They had hidden from their sister Joan, leaving clues to find each other. His brother was deliberately leading him in this direction. But why wouldn’t he have simply accompanied Lianna, if that was his reason?

Because Warrick had suspected danger. It was the only possible explanation. His brother must have seen something. But what?

Rhys hurried back to the camp. ‘Arm yourselves and come with me,’ he ordered two of his men. To the rest, he commanded, ‘Remain in groups of two and follow us. Space yourselves out, but stay hidden. If we encounter enemies, I want them to believe there are only three of us.’

He donned his helm and took the lead. He trusted his younger brother with his life, and if anything had happened to Lianna, Warrick would lead him back to her.

He only prayed he could find them in time.

* * *

Lianna could not see where they were going, for one of the Highlanders had slung her over his shoulder. Her hands were bound with ropes, and her mouth was dry from the handkerchief in her mouth. It had been tied around her head so tightly it was impossible to make any noise at all. Were it possible, she would have screamed as loudly as she could. But when she tried, nothing came out, except a muffled moan.

From her upside-down position, she could not see the features of the man who had taken her, save his dun-coloured trews and shirt. When she tried to shove free of him, he laughed and patted her bottom.

‘There’s a sweet lass. You shouldna be alone in the forest,’ he said. ‘Especially when Normans are about.’ His hand moved to her backside again, and she fought to escape him when he squeezed it.

Her mind was seizing up with fear. Despite her attempts to kick at her attacker, his grip only tightened. He was broad-shouldered and tall, perhaps a little older than herself. Lianna had no idea why he had stolen her, but she prayed that Rhys could somehow find her.

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