aye,” he told her, severing their gaze. He refused to allow a lass, even one as mesmerizing
as she, to make him forget his first duty. “We will meet up with my kin and—”
“No! I cannot go to England. You must not take me there.”
The terror in her voice dragged his eyes back to hers. Her bottom lip quivered and Rob resisted the urge to lift his finger
to it. “Why? Ye were bein’ protected by the Royal army, nae? Ye’ll be safe under the king’s care.”
She shook her head and clutched at his plaid. “I won’t be safe there.”
Slipping his gaze to the others, Rob caught their troubled expressions. He knew what they were thinking. If they did not return
to his father, the Devil MacGregor would suspect the worst. He would leave England with Graham hot on his heels; mayhap even
taking the heads of any who tried to stop them and bringing the law down upon the heads of his clan once again. Rob couldn’t
take that chance. Still…
“Where will ye be safe then?”
“Nae, Rob—”
Rob held up his palm to halt Angus’s objection and waited for her to speak. “Where?”
Everything she’d been through seemed to hit her all at once as she looked around, as if searching for something familiar.
She trembled against him then let go of his plaid and dipped her eyes to her hands.
“Nowhere.”
“She’s an outlaw.” Angus took another swill from his pouch, then cast a withering look to the heavens. “Had enough o’ them
to last ten lifetimes.”
“English soldiers dinna’ give their lives fer outlaws.” Will leaned forward in his saddle and smacked the pouch out of Angus’s
hand. “That shyt will kill ye. Look how dimwitted ’tis made ye already,” he added when Angus gaped at him and then at the
brew seeping into the ground.
Rob didn’t care if she was an outlaw, a witch, or some magical being who compelled armies to go to war over her. It took him
just an instant to decide what to do with her. She had nowhere to go where she could take refuge, even from her grief. He
would not deliver her over to her enemies just to be rid of her. “I’ll find ye someplace safe,” he said, ignoring the more
responsible voice in his head and the blasphemies spilling from Angus’s lips.
The lass did not appear relieved. In fact, she looked about ready to spring from his arms and take off running. He tightened
his arm just a wee bit around her waist.
“Angus, ye’ll ride to my faither and tell him what took place here, but tell him in private.”
“We need to think aboot—”Angus began, but the authority in Rob’s voice stopped him.
“I already have, and this is what ye will do. Assure him that we are well and no’ to come after us. ’Twill raise suspicions
if he leaves too soon. The king will learn of this soon enough on his own and until I know what is goin’ on, I dinna’ want
him to know we are involved. If the lady’s enemies reside at court, the moment they learn of her escape they will come after
us. We need all the time we can get. Tell my faither that I’ve gone to find her a refuge and I will meet him back at Camlochlin.
Go, and take the lads with ye.”
“I’m no’ going to England.”
Rob pivoted around to pin his brother with a murderous stare. Colin shrugged off its effect like an unwanted blanket. “If
ye send me off with him,” he said, his voice pitched low with determination, “I’ll break away and follow ye alone.”
“I’m staying, as well,” Finn announced, pushing back the woolen bonnet from his spray of flaxen hair. “Rob,” he added when
Rob’s eyes darkened on him, “our fathers did not leave us in Angus’s care, but in yers, trusting that ye would see us safely
returned to them. No offense to ye, Angus.” He cut the old Highlander a rueful glance before returning his attention to Rob.
Damn, but the lad was correct. If Colin broke away, and Rob had no doubts his brother would do exactly as he promised, for