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frowning—“try your damndest not to shed too much blood,” he finished.
    Sorcha’s body convulsed, and a strangled sound emerged from her throat before she could prevent it. He tightened his arm around her waist in warning, and his plaid slipped from Sorcha’s forehead, revealing her face to the guard. His jaw went slack and recognition flared in his eyes.
    “Go now,” Cam growled.
    Dropping his gaze, the man recovered and made a quick bow. “Aye, milord.” Straightening, he risked a final glance at Sorcha, who lifted her head and glared daggers at him, before he turned and strode away.
    “Too much of a coward to kill him yourself, Cam,” Sorcha whispered, staring after the man, “that you must order your henchmen to do it for you?” She wrapped her arms tightly around her body to prevent herself from shaking.
    “Hush.” He dismounted and lifted Sorcha off. She was stiff in his arms as he set her down and straightened the plaid over her shoulders. “Alan MacDonald can take care of himself. It’s clear you don’t know much about him.”
    She pressed her lips into a thin line and remained silent. Inwardly, she raged at him, cursed him for a fool. What had he done? In one fell swoop, he had put her well-being in jeopardy. He was so self-absorbed, he’d probably not even considered the repercussions this mad abduction would have in her life. Her marriage was in jeopardy—Alan would likely reject her now. And her position as a respectable woman . . .
    “Now, it’s your choice, Sorcha. You can walk inside on your own power, or I will carry you slung over my shoulder like a sack of grain. Which shall it be?”
    She met his gaze full-on, letting her anger show in her eyes. “You may trust that you will never carry me like a sack of grain, for I will scratch your eyes out before I allow you to throw me over your shoulder again.”
    Cam shrugged carelessly, rousing her ire even more. She clenched her fists at her sides. Arrogant bastard!
    “Very well, then. You will walk.” He gestured gallantly at the living quarters, a rectangular stone building with a square tower rising from one end. “After you, my lady.”
    She surveyed her surroundings rapidly, calculating her odds at escape. It was hopeless. Even if Cam didn’t catch her, and given his long muscular legs he could easily do so, the gates were closed and well guarded.
    Tossing her head, she turned and marched toward the building, holding the plaid tightly wrapped around her body. Her feet were bare, but she didn’t wince as she walked proudly across the stone clearing. The wool covered her only to her knees, and the heat of Cam’s gaze simmered over her bare calves as she stepped onto the landing and opened the front door.
    A servant appeared in the doorway leading to the cellar stairs but slunk away upon glancing at Cam’s face. Sorcha resisted turning to see his expression.
    She hesitated as a sudden, unwelcome despair flooded through her. She knew this building so very well. She had explored every part of it during her childhood. Until August, her father had served as the old earl’s factor, and they had lived in a cottage on the grounds along with her younger brothers and sister. When Cam’s father had died last winter, Cam had returned from England to manage his inheritance. After helping Cam straighten out his affairs, Sorcha’s father had left the earl’s service to spend the remainder of his days with his clansmen in Glenfinnan.
    “I suppose I am not expected to return to my old bed in the cottage, my lord.” She hated the defeated, pleading quality in her voice.
    “You will go to my bedchamber,” he said softly. He came up behind her, set his hands on her shoulders, and pulled her back against his solid chest. He bowed his head and took in a deep breath against her hair. His lips brushed over her ear. “You know where it is.”
    “Aye, I do.” She stiffened under his touch, and he pushed her forward, turning her toward the