The Brightest Star in the Highlands: Jennie and Aedan (Clan Grant Series Book 7) Read Online Free PDF Page B

must I thank for this? At least I no longer lie in my own filth, I see. The stickiness of my own blood was quite…repelling, shall I say?”
    Lady Cameron stood and whirled to face Jennie. “Praise God above, you are a better healer than any I have met. You have saved my son’s life.” Tears misted in her eyes. “I am eternally indebted to you, my lady.”
    “My lady? Who is this? I should be introduced to my savior, Mother.” His eyebrow quirked as he awaited an introduction.
    “Aedan, this is Lady Jennie Grant. She was staying at the abbey and I rushed over to seek her assistance. Look what she has done for you.” She cupped Jennie’s face in her hands and kissed her cheek. “Many thanks, my dear. How shall I ever repay you?”
    Jennie cleared her throat. “I am a healer. No payment is expected or necessary.” Jennie couldn’t stop herself from looking over Lady Cameron’s shoulder to the man resting in the bed. Had he recognized her? Did he remember her from their time in Lothian? Did he recall how poor her skills were with a bow and arrow? Unfortunately, his face gave no clues to his thoughts.
    Lady Cameron dropped her hands from Jennie’s face to grab her skirts and then headed for the door. “I’ll have some food sent up for you.”
    “My chamber, my lady?” Jennie whispered, anxious to escape the lewd looks of Aedan’s friends. She could feel the blush cross her cheeks in response to their perusal.
    “Aye, of course. You’ll be in the next chamber down the passageway. I’ll escort you once I have attended to the kitchens.”
    The door closed and Jennie was left in the room with four lads.
    “Och, Aedan. You do recognize her, do you not?” The familiar lad grinned as he tipped his head toward her. “I’m certain ‘tis the lass who hit you with the arrow all those years ago.”
    Jennie blushed, but she held her chin high.
    With a grin, Aedan said, “Aye, Drew. I believe you have the right of it.”
    Jennie glanced at Aedan, trying to ignore his good looks. “Am I foolish to expect an introduction to your acquaintances?”
    “Forgive me, my lady. This is Drew Menzie, Dermid MacLean, and Hamish Henderson. Their lands border mine.”
    Jennie’s gaze traveled from one to the next. “And your mother tells me your injury is from a battle? What battle were you in?”
    Aedan tried to speak with his head upright, but gave up and rested it back on his pillow, his strength far from normal. “Our clan has been attacked by unknowns.”
    Jennie continued her query, anxious to learn as much as she possible. “Has this been happening frequently? We have had similar occurrences, but we know not who leads the invaders. Who is responsible here?”
    Drew’s smile turned to a frown. “We do not know. They attack a different place each night. We know not where they will go next. Can you tell us aught about them? Are you not part of the famous Grant clan?”
    “Aye, I am a Grant, and my brother is the laird. While we have not been attacked as of yet, our neighbors have been. They tell us the same tale. No one recognizes the attackers. They come, fight, and then disappear. We are not far from here. I suspect the invaders are all from one clan.”
    “Except they do not wear their plaid, so no one knows who they are,” Drew added, his gaze drifting from her head to her toes. “I am more interested in you, at the moment. Do you have a husband?”
    She peered into eyes that held a gleam that made her uncomfortable. “Nay.” She frowned, wondering why he would ask her such a thing.
    “You are at the abbey? Are you considering taking your vows?”
    Shocked by the suggestion, she shook her head. “Nay, I am there because I can no longer face the senseless violence of the battles with those unknown attackers, nor can I handle the persistent line of Grant warriors who are wounded and require care.”
    Drew raised his eyebrows as he looked back and forth between Jennie and Aedan, pursing his lips to send a