Harlequin Historical Feburary 2018--Box Set 2 of 2 by Lauri Robinson

Author:Lauri Robinson
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781488087479
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2018-10-15T00:00:00+00:00

One week later

His brother was lucky to be alive.

After being flogged, Warrick’s bleeding body had been left behind at Dolwyth. Rhys had taken him away, bringing Warrick back to his own camp before their father could find him. For four days, they had travelled north to Scotland, while Lianna did her best to tend his brother’s wounds.

Their father had ordered the punishment—and perhaps Edward had wanted him to die. Icy resentment gathered up within him as he wondered how any man could treat his son this way. But he didn’t know how he could solve the hatred between the two men. Warrick had done nothing wrong, despite the accusations against him. But Edward had been only too eager to believe Analise’s lies.

The familiar anger kindled inside him, and he strode towards the tent he’d shared with Lianna. He had been so distracted by his brother’s fate, he had not touched his new wife in the past sennight. The irony didn’t escape him, but perhaps it was better that he left her alone for now.

‘How is he?’ he asked her.

The tent was immaculate, his brother lying prone while she had a basin of water and bandages laid out in neat rows beside her. Lianna pulled back the edges of Warrick’s shirt, which they’d had to cut away with a blade since the blood had stuck the garment to his skin.

‘He is still in pain, and he has not spoken to me. But he has eaten.’ She removed an older poultice and began making a new one with garlic and yarrow. Despite her healing efforts, Warrick’s back was deep red from the lash marks, and there was no doubt he would be scarred. It seemed impossible to imagine that their own father had ordered this done to him.

Lianna reached for a wooden bowl filled with warmed water and one of the rolled linen cloths. She began washing Warrick’s wounds, and he shuddered the moment she placed the new poultice upon his back.

‘Where is she?’ he demanded, his voice barely above a whisper.

Rhys didn’t have to ask who Warrick was talking about. He exchanged a glance with Lianna. ‘Her father took her away. He intends to wed Rosamund to Alan de Courcy.’

His brother was silent while Lianna wrapped the bandage around his torso. There was a grim cast to his features, and at last he demanded, ‘When?’

Rhys shook his head. ‘I don’t know.’ Likely as soon as possible. He helped Lianna finish tying off the bandage and said, ‘I’m sorry.’

His brother cursed beneath his breath. There was a bleakness in his blue eyes, and he admitted, ‘You should have left me there to die.’

No. Never that.

But before Rhys could speak, Lianna reached out and squeezed Warrick’s hand. ‘There is always hope.’

His brother stared up at the darkened sky. ‘Not for me.’

There was such torment in the young man’s eyes, Rhys understood that there was little he could say. Words would not make his brother feel any comfort. It was best to leave him be, and perhaps in time, he might find another woman to love.

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