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defenseless women like that?”
    “Caralyn wasn’t defenseless. She fought hard and got a few blows in, but he overtook her.”
    “And now?”
    “Now he’s a dead man.” Robbie glanced at his friend, a smirk on his face.
    “And the two lassies?”
    “They were hiding in the rocks. Their mama trained them well. I found them the next day after I brought Caralyn back to my camp. Since we were almost ready to skirmish and their home was destroyed by the Norse, I brought them to the priory here. A man who says he’s her husband took the three of them out of the priory back to his keep and has now hidden her girls to control her. I promised to help.”
    Logan quirked his brow at his friend. “And?”
    “And naught. That’s it. I don’t like the man, and I cringe when I think of where the wee lassies could be. The youngest, Gracie, reminds me of Lily.” He paused, watching Logan for his reaction. “You don’t have to follow if you have other plans. Tomas and I can handle it.”
    “Aye, I’ll go along. What do you know of the one in leggings? What is the relationship between Caralyn and Gwyneth?”
    “I have no idea. I met Gwyneth for the first time when you did. Caught your eye, I see.”
    Logan scowled. “I suppose she has. She’s got spirit, but I can’t help but want to help a battered woman.”
    “Doesn’t look like she wants your help.”
    “True, but she has a sweet arse.” Logan smiled. “And she’s plotting revenge on her captor. I think she might need some help there. You know I’m all about helping defenseless lassies.”
    “She doesn’t look defenseless to me.” Robbie gave Tomas a knowing look. “Where were you headed? Back home?”
    “I was searching for you. Hadn’t made any further plans. Do you want help finding the lassies?”
    “We could use your help. Do you know Glasgow?”
    “Nay, not well. You’ll need someone as guidance. ‘Tis a big town.”
    Logan stared at Robbie. “You are going after the wee ones now, are you not? You can’t ignore where the lassies could be.”
    Robbie nodded. “We need a plan.”
    “Aye. Do you have any idea where to start?” Logan asked.
    “Nay. I don’t know Glasgow any more than you or Tomas. I suppose we’ll start by questioning people, or spending time in the market talking to local vendors. What ideas do you two have?”
    A fourth person joined the group without a word of greeting. “I’ll go with you,” Gwyneth announced, hands on her hips as if daring someone to disagree.
    Robbie asked, “Do you know Glasgow?”
    Gwyneth nodded. “I know Glasgow and I’ll find the lassies. I have a hunch as to where Murray would hide them within town.”
    “Then I welcome your assistance,” Robbie said.
    Logan glanced between Robbie and Gwyneth. “What? Are you daft, lass? You belong on the pallet resting.”
    Gwyneth retorted, “Like hell I do. You think just because I’m a lass, I’m not strong enough to join you?”
    Logan argued. “Nay, I think someone did an exceptional job beating you, and you’re bruised from head to toe.” He checked her over as he spoke, though he knew she wouldn’t like it. What a fine specimen of a woman she was—the very sight of her almost took his breath away. But at the same time, seeing all her bruises fired him up in an entirely different way.
    Gwyneth didn’t slow for a second. “That has naught to do with it. Those lassies need to be found, and I’m the one to find them. Or is your cock so small you fear women just because they might find out the size?”
    Logan smiled as he grabbed his crotch. He would banter with her; there was naught he would enjoy more at this point. “Would you like to see my cock and judge for yourself?” He judged that her sense of pride was not far different from his brothers’. Piss her off, and she wouldn’t have time to think about her bruises or what had happened to her on that boat. He’d keep her focused on this new mission…and he would enjoy every moment of