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the lad possessed more courage and arrogance than was good for him, and anything happened to them…
    Grazing them with one last scorching look, Rob tightened his jaw and nodded. He’d pound both their arses into the ground later.
     For now though, they had to keep moving.
    “Go, Angus, and tell their faithers that their sons are safe with me.” Rob gave his reins a harsh snap and whirled his mount
     around in the opposite direction. Hell. He didn’t need this.
    “Let’s ride fer another few leagues and then make camp,” Will suggested, watching Angus veer off south. “M’ arse is killin’
     me.”
    Finn cast him a reproachful look before shielding his gaze beneath his lashes. Will caught the subtle rebuke and turned to
     the lass. “Fergive m’ ill manners, m’lady.” He offered her a guilty smile shot through with a bit of recklessness and danger
     that drew lasses to him like bees to honey.
    Rob’s arm was making him irritable. That had to be the reason he wanted to punch his cousin off his horse.
    “What are ye called, lass?” Will trotted his mount closer. He was in good kicking distance.
    “Davina,” she told him quietly.
    “Davina,” Will repeated as if it were the most profound sound he’d ever heard escaping his lips.
    It was.
    When his cousin reached for the pouch of water hanging from his saddle and handed it to her, Rob cursed himself for not thinking
     of her thirst. He watched her drink, with brief glares at Will, who was watching her as well. Rob never cared that lasses
     usually preferred Will over him. He didn’t blame them. Will’s purpose in life was to wreak the same havoc on a maiden’s heart
     as he did on the raiding field, while Rob’s was to keep order.
    “Thank you.”
    “Will,” the scoundrel offered as if she had asked for his name. Which she hadn’t, “son of Brodie Mac—”
    “Will,” Rob cut him off, not even trying to sound indifferent. “Leave her now.” The lass was weary and did not need to be
     badgered, and to hell with whether or not Will liked it.
    “Right, then.” His cousin threw him a knowing grin which Rob answered with an even darker scowl. “I’ll scout ahead. Come,
     lads,” he called out, taking Colin and Finn with him.
    When they were alone, Rob’s gaze returned to the back of Davina’s head. What had he just dragged them into? He had to question
     her more about what had happened, but later, after she rested. He felt like hell for not offering her water sooner, but he
     wasn’t a bloody nursemaid. He was a warrior, trained to be compassionate, but always hard. Though he’d grown to manhood in
     the company of many women, he didn’t know anything about soothing them when they wept.
    Bending close to her ear, Rob offered her the one thing he knew how to give. His protection.

Chapter Four

    I
’ll keep ye safe, lass.
The Highlander’s whispered promise echoed through Davina’s thoughts while she watched his companion, Will, yank the tip of
     an arrow out of his shoulder.
    Soft golden light from the setting sun filtered through the sparse canopy above their small campsite and fell on the man Davina
     assumed was the troupe’s leader, the man who pulled her from the flames, the one who swore to protect her. His companions
     had called him Rob. He was taller than the others, or perhaps it was his air of control, even as the wooden shaft tore through
     his flesh, that made him appear bigger, stronger, and capable of anything.
    But could he… would he truly protect her? She wanted to believe that he meant it, because every single person she knew in
     her life was dead, and if Rob was her enemy disguising his purpose, then there was nothing more to hope for.
    But she was no fool. Edward and more than a hundred of his men had not been able to protect her, though they had tried. Certainly
     four Highlanders, two of them barely even men yet, would fall even quicker. Or would they? Saints, but they were savage looking,
     with their bare