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Gwyneth better.
    She started to dismount, but he caught her around her waist, tossing her back up in the saddle, then climbed behind her. A string of curses flew out of her lips. “Lass, didn’t you say your brother was a priest? My dear, I hope you don’t talk like that around him.”
    She whirled in the saddle and clubbed his arm with her fist. “Let me go.”
    “Lass, there are only three horses. You want to fight with me, do it later. I relish the battle. But for now, we need to find the bairns, so stay where you are.”
    By that time, Tomas and Robbie had caught up with them. Tomas jumped off and grabbed his horse. Robbie’s face let Gwyneth know he wasn’t in any mood for arguing, so she settled. Gwyneth whispered and slapped his hand. “Don’t touch me, you brute.”
    Logan chuckled and took off, whispering in her ear. “Should have thought of that before you stole my horse. Now you ride with me.” He held her back against him in a death grip while he yelled over his shoulder. “Move on, Grant.”
    Hellfire, but her curves fit him just right. This was the best ride he’d had in a long time.

 
    Chapter Five
     
    Gwyneth took the lead since she was quite sure she knew where they might find the lassies. The surprising thing was that Logan did not raise an objection. He was such a beast she hadn’t expected him to listen to her. Originally furious she’d been forced to ride with him, she was grateful for it at present because his heat warmed her insides. She probably should have eaten something before joining them outside the priory, but she’d worried they would leave without her. Her brother had warned her many times of the importance of keeping yourself strong. How in hell had Logan noticed her tremors?
    She knew Glasgow very well after searching for Erskine for seven years. Unfortunately, she had always been a bit behind him. The scum moved quickly. After they had ridden for a bit, they found themselves in an area that looked a bit suspicious; tight rows of unkempt huts filling the area with no one visible because the townspeople preferred to stay hidden. Once Dougal Hamilton had officially hired her as a spy for the Scottish Crown, she had made it her business to know all of Glasgow. This area was the most likely area for Malcolm to hide his lackeys. The area was very poor and no one would pay attention to them here.
    Gwyneth signaled for the group to stop and investigate. This had been an early haunt for Duff Erskine, but now that his wealth had grown, he would never be caught in a section of town like this. Her nose wrinkled at the odor of sewage and waste piled in front of the huts. A creek ran behind the rows of ramshackle shelters, probably their only source of water. Given the amount of sewage nearby, it was a wonder anyone managed to live here. This section of town was just the area she had guessed they would find the two lowlifes who held Ashlyn and Gracie.
    Logan dismounted, sliding Gwyneth slowly down his body, his grin heating Gwyneth’s anger. Fie, but the beast must learn to keep his hands to himself. He would pay for touching her. As soon as her feet hit the ground, she swung and clobbered Logan in the side of his head with her fist. To her surprise, Logan spun her around immediately, as if expecting her attack, and held her in a vise grip in front of him. Gwyneth struggled to free herself but couldn’t move the brute. Logan was big, broad-shouldered, and built with solid muscle. Robbie stood to the side with Tomas, watching the two of them battle without moving to stop them. No need for them to interfere, she would handle the animal herself.
    “Leave me be, you rutting bull.” Gwyneth tried to kick him, but he held her fast. Powerless. Hellfire, but she was powerless again, just as she had been with Erskine. Just as she’d been on that boat until the Norsemen boarded it. Duff had drugged her enough so she couldn’t fight. This was worse because she was completely alert, yet she