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her mind off MacNeil.
    Silence greeted her question, and for a moment she thought she would have to return to her sad thoughts.
    “I was born to the laird of my clan,” he finally said, “and voted in when my father died four summers ago.”
    “Did you know your mother?”
    “Aye. I lost her this past winter after Iona disappeared.” He clicked the horse into a trot.
    His gruff voice should have given her an inkling that he didn’t wish to talk, but she pressed onward. “I never knew my mother. MacNeil would never talk of her other than to say I look like her.”
    Something she had said must have disturbed Conall for he had withdrawn from her, and it set her mind to worrying. She had put her faith in him from the beginning just as Iona had asked, and the thought that he couldn’t be trusted wrenched her stomach.
    “Have you ever heard of the Druids?” he suddenly asked.
    “Druids? Nay. What are they?”
    For several heartbeats he stared ahead, and she thought he had refused to answer when he said, “They are healers, seers and the like. Some say they hold the magic of Scotland.”
    “You speak as though you must say those words yet you don’t seem to believe them.” She regretted her words as pain flashed through his eyes.
    “Rest,” he commanded, and pushed her head against him.
    Emotions, strange and unmistakable in their intensity, raged within her. But one question stuck out—was Conall her savior and the man Iona had mentioned or another jailer?
    The image of a tall, beautiful woman wearing a white gown with blonde hair and green eyes beckoned her. Glenna blinked and the image vanished as quickly as it had come.
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    Conall waged a war within himself. The Druids already called to her, but if she never knew she was a Druid, he wouldn’t have to break a vow. Of course, the mere fact he was thinking this way didn’t bode well for his honor.
    They would come for her. Unless she refused them.
    His mind latched on to that thought. If she refused them, he didn’t have to protect her and his honor would stay intact. All he had to do was turn her against the Druids, which wouldn’t be hard since he was still upset at their refusal to help find Iona.
    His thoughts turned to his clan. He had to keep Glenna safe. Not just from the Druids but from his own people. They would take one look at the MacNeil plaid and God only knew what would happen next. The hostility from his own soldiers had grown instead of lessened as he had hoped.
    There was no deception in her golden-brown eyes. Only honesty and truth resided there, but his clan wouldn’t see that.
    She sighed and nestled closer to him, and his body screamed to taste her lips, her body. He knew she was untouched, and the fact no other had tasted her only made him burn stronger for her. Her hips moved to find a more comfortable position, but all they did was rub against his heated, aching cock, inflaming his growing desire.
    It was such a strong craving that it took all his will to tamp it down. No woman had ever held such power over him, and that’s exactly what she had, though she didn’t know it. And wouldn’t know it if he had any say in it.
    “Conall.”
    He looked over his shoulder to see Angus rein his horse next to his. His friend’s forehead was lined with worry, and that wasn’t a good sign. “Something amiss?”
    “Aye,” his friend said. “The men want revenge for the trap.”
    “In other words, they want Glenna.”
    Angus nodded. “I’ve told them ye’ll do what’s right, but hatred for the MacNeils runs long and deep.”
    “So it has, but when has any man from the MacInnes clan ever laid a hand on a woman? It won’t start now, either. Make sure of it. If anyone harms her, they’ll answer to me.”
    Angus smiled and turned his head to spit. “I’ve been waiting for that MacInnes temper to show itself. Felt it was safe with the lass asleep?”
    Conall rolled his eyes heavenward and prayed for patience. “You’d drive