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knowing that everyone in the Highlands knew his wife walked out on him.
    Aye it would be immensely satisfying leaving the skirt chasing rogue and there was no doubt in her mind she would be forced into taking such measures if she was to wed him. Though the idea of being married but not married was depressing, at least she wouldn’t have to live with him. However, it was a much better prospect than living with a rutting goat for the rest of her life.
    Tears of defeat filled her eyes when she noticed the high walls of her home just up ahead. She quickly blinked them away before they could fall, she would not let anyone see how crushed her spirit was at this very moment. There was still time to get out of this mess yet, she sternly reminded herself. She gritted her teeth when that steel band once more tightened around her waist, forcing her to suck air through her teeth.
    Not realiz ing his arm around the lass tensed, Tarrel was finally relieved to reach the keep. He pulled his stallion to a stop and glancing around, couldn’t help but notice all the unhappy faces and frowned. He would have thought everyone would have been pleased to have their mistress returned safely; instead it was quite the opposite. Shaking his head, he dismounted, reached up to lift his betrothed down and placed her on her feet.
    “Wait right here for me while I tend to my horse.” He snapped at her without glancing at her once. Taking the reins to lead the animal away, he spun around at the cry of pain and shaking his head, he handed the care of his stallion over to Duncan.
    The very second her feet touched the ground; she intended to rush away and find somewhere to hide. She took a step and yelped in anguish when she put her full weight on her ankle.
    The next instant she was swung up in powerful arms and carried inside. She made no attempt to struggle from his hold, knowing it would be pointless. She stared coldly ahead refusing to acknowledge the man or thank him for his aide.
    By damn , the foolish lass, he ignored the rigid way she held herself as he carried her inside. His only concern was learning the truth and she would not be wise to defy him. He had a feeling though that it would be a long battle until she learnt that lesson. His jaw clenched as he strode across the hall with one intention in mind. He spied her father and grimaced as the old man flew across the room.
    Relieved at s eeing Laird McCain carrying his daughter inside, Kevin jumped to his feet and hurried over to them. “Och lass I am so pleased to see ye home safe and sound. I have been so worried about ye.” He stopped talking when he saw the burning anger in his daughter’s eyes, and the cold fury in the young laird’s.
    “Aye she is home safe, but the foolish lass has injured her ankle, I’ll take her up to her chamber.” He was determined that nobody would stop him having a private word with his betrothed, not even her father.
    “I insist that ye p ut me down I can get to my chamber on my...” Dalla stopped speaking when the air was squeezed out of her.
    “I suggest , Laird McBain, ye start making the arrangements for the wedding to take place tomorrow.” He advised the man as he moved towards the staircase and ignored the loud gasp coming from the woman in his arms.
    Kev in wrung his hands worriedly as he watched the two of them go up the stairs. Oh Lord he didn’t think it was wise for them to be alone. They are both so angry, but there was no missing the determination on Laird McCain’s face and knew that the young man would not stand for any interference.
    O n the landing, he stopped. “Which room?”
    Filled with impotent rage and seething with defiance, she pointed down the end of the hall to the chamber on the left.
    With quick purposeful strides , he headed for the door she pointed to, bending down he easily opened it, stepped into the bedchamber, and kicked the door shut behind him. Glancing around the room, he was impressed at how neat and tidy it was.