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you’re still here, where else would you be?” She didn’t answer. “It’s near dawn. You’ve slept mayhap a few hours.”
    She studied him for a moment then lifted her face to Lorne and pressed her hand to his forehead. “His fever is still high. Has he woken at all?”
    “Nae, he remains still and quiet but has ceased his trembling.”
    She slid from the covers, pulling her plaid with her. As she stood, he caught a glimpse of her full figure garbed in enticing silk undergarments such as he’d never seen before. His manhood surged to attention. Och, you fool . Thank heavens layers of covers concealed his response to her.
    Turning to the side, she wrapped the plaid around her body, tucking a flap tightly under her arm, leaving her shoulders bare except for that pair of thin silky straps. “We need to get more pills into him.” She retrieved her mysterious bag and searched its interior. Returning with several tablets in her hand, she knelt beside Lorne. “Fetch some water,” she commanded.
    “Fetch it yourself, Andra.” Where did she come by such audacity to command him?
    She startled at his reprimand and dropped her head, then seemed to reconsider and delivered a laughable attempt at a harsh stare. When he simply lifted a brow and smoothed his mouth into a tight line, suppressing an urge to laugh outright, she stood up, harrumphed, and went to retrieve the water.
    “Will you at least help me get these down his throat?” she asked, her voice a soft, lilting tone. Yet she displayed enough self-assurance to meet his eyes directly.
    “Aye, that I will, but dinnae be issuing commands to me in the future. A request will be better met.”
    She smiled sheepishly as if she had no fear of him. Anyone else would have profusely begged his pardon. Perhaps she was a highborn lady as she claimed. They often held themselves in greater regard than was deserved. No matter her status, his head overflowed with questions he needed answered. Eventually, one way or another, she would give him the information he sought.
    After they managed to get the pills into Lorne, she popped two pills into her own mouth and then wiped Lorne’s face with a cool, damp cloth and laid it across his forehead. Shying away from Kendrick, she pulled her plaid tighter. “Excuse me while I tend to my...er, ah, I’ll be right back,” she blurted and dashed toward the entrance of the cave.
    Every interaction with her was a surprise. She stupefied him, a mystery to unravel and he was verra good at unraveling mysteries. He could think of other things he’d like to unravel, like spooling her out of that tightly held plaid. He would know her story. It struck him as odd how he suddenly wanted to know everything about her. Her possible relationship to the reprehensible Cormag Cameron barely factored into his desire to learn her secrets. Curious, as he rarely felt a need to know any woman beyond a few carnal encounters. Attachments of a more serious nature did not interest him.
    He wanted to know where she had come by the odd clothing she wore, and what else was in that strange bag she lugged around everywhere. Strangest of all, how had she come to be stranded and bleeding, alone in the wilderness, draped in expensive jewels? When they’d come upon her, rising like an apparition from the forest floor with her possessions strewn about her feet, he felt an immediate attraction.
    Perhaps Struan had the right of it, and she was a witch. He gave little credence to such beliefs, but many men were deeply superstitious. Witch hunts had died down in recent years. Kendrick thought such accusations had more to do with ignorance and avarice. Men in power could easily incite the rabble by blaming an innocent for unexplainable events. In some cases, the rouse allowed them to confiscate land and wealth from the accused. He no longer knew the court’s position on the matter since it often changed.
    In a voice rough with sleep, Struan interrupted Kendrick’s musings,