The Penitent: De Wolfe Pack Connected World by Cathy MacRae & Wolfebane Publishing Inc

Author:Cathy MacRae & Wolfebane Publishing Inc. [MacRae, Cathy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Medieval, Romance
Publisher: Wolfebane Publishing, Inc.
Published: 2019-03-27T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

Kaily halted abruptly, skirts swaying, eyes flashing, as Simon met them in the hall. His gaze glanced over her to Iseabal, noting her guarded look.

Damn! What did Kaily say?

Quelling the impulse to kick himself for sending her with Kaily, and ignoring Garin’s I-told-ye-so look, he motioned for Iseabal to precede him and guided her back to her seat at the hearth. The dog thumped his tail on the floor as they approached, seemingly much improved with the healer’s care and a dish of meaty broth brought up from the kitchen.

Iseabal ruffled the dog’s ears, peering at his wounds. A bright white bandage wrapped about the dog’s foreleg and the blood had been cleaned from his ruff. Apparently satisfied with the dog’s treatment, Iseabal took the offered seat and a servant handed her a steaming cup of cider. The rich scent of apples rose and Iseabal’s lips curved in appreciation as she wrapped her hands about the mug.

Simon frowned, then caught himself, and forced his lips into a gentler slope. “I am sorry ye were attacked. Ye must have known there are wolves about.”

Iseabal rolled one shoulder as if she’d weighed the dangers and found them acceptable. Simon resisted the impulse to shake her. What if he hadn’t arrived when he had?

“How did ye find me?” Her eyebrows lifted in question.

Simon bit the inside of his lip to stall his reply. Shrug it off as chance? Or tell her the truth?

Her eyes narrowed. “Ye’ve been following me.” She set her mug down with a thud. “I’d like to go now.” She pushed up from the chair. Simon grabbed her wrist, restraining her. Her look of warning sent daggers into his gut. He removed his hand.

“Wait until the rain stops. I promised I would take ye and your animals home as soon as the weather clears,” her reminded her, wishing again he knew what Kaily had said. His gaze cut to the doorway.

Kaily flashed him a smug look as she left the hall.

Simon ground his teeth. “Whatever Kaily has told ye, know she is upset with me. Might ye give me the benefit of the doubt?” He motioned a request for Iseabal to return to her seat. With a lift of her chin, she sat.

“Ye think I dinnae understand the wrath of a spurned mistress?” One black eyebrow arched, laden with hauteur.

Simon’s skin heated. He leaned closer, his words for Iseabal only. “I never meant to hurt ye. Our time was neither sordid nor casual. My regret was neither of us was of an age or in a position to make any sort of promise.”

She glanced about the room. “Nae so bad for a third son with no prospects.”

“Five years ago my entire life was fighting. I belonged to Lord de Wolfe. I then pledged my sword to his nephew, Geoffrey de Wylde, and there isn’t a Scotsman alive who would have given me his daughter in marriage.”

Iseabal sent him an amused look. “Ye would have married me? That warms my heart.

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