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otherwise she didn’t look injured.
    “Where is she hurt?” he asked Crispen.
    Tears filled Crispen’s eyes, and he wiped hastily at them with the back of his grubby hand.
    “Her stomach. And her back. It hurts her fierce if anyone touches her.”
    Carefully, so as not to alarm the boy, Alaric pulled at her clothing. When her abdomen and back came into view, he sucked in his breath. Around him, his men alternately cursed and murmured their pity for the slight lass.
    “God in heaven, what happened to her?” Alaric asked.
    Her entire rib cage was purple, and ugly bruises marred her smooth back. He could swear one of them was in the shape of a man’s boot.
    “He beat her,” Crispen choked out. “Take us home, Uncle Alaric. I want my papa.”
    Not wanting the boy to lose his composure in front of the other men, Alaric nodded and patted him on the arm. There would be plenty of time to get the story from Crispen later. Ewan would want to hear it all.
    He stared down at the unconscious woman and frowned. She had offered her body for Crispen’s, and yet she wore the colors of Duncan Cameron. Ewan would be beyond control if Cameron had any involvement in Crispen’s disappearance.
    War. At long last, war would be declared.
    He motioned for Cormac to tend to the lass, and he reached for Crispen, intending that the boy ride with him. There were several questions he wanted answered on the ride home.
    Crispen shook his head adamantly. “Nay,
you
take her, Uncle Alaric. She has to ride with you. I promised her that Papa would keep her safe, but he’s not here so you have to do it. You
have
to.”
    Alaric sighed. There was no reasoning with the boy, and right now he was so glad he was alive, he’d cede to his ridiculous demands. Later he’d bend the brat’s ear about not questioning authority.
    “I want to ride with you, too,” Crispen said, his gaze nervously going to the woman.
    He inched closer to her as if he couldn’t stand the idea of being separated from her.
    Alaric looked skyward. Ewan hadn’t taken a firm enough hand with the boy. That was all there was to it.
    And so Alaric found himself astride his horse with thewoman draped across the saddle in front of him, her body shielded in the crook of one arm, while Crispen sat on his other leg, his head nestled against her bosom.
    He glared at his men, daring even one of them to laugh. Hell, he had to relinquish his sword for the duty of carrying the two extra persons, never mind their weight didn’t equal that of a single warrior.
    Ewan just better be damn grateful. He could decide what was to be done with the woman just as soon as Alaric dumped her into Ewan’s lap.

C HAPTER 3

    As soon as they crossed over the border onto McCabe land, a shout went up that echoed through the hills, and in the distance, Mairin heard the cry taken up and relayed. Soon, the laird would know of his son’s return.
    She twisted the reins nervously in her fingers as Crispen all but bounced off the saddle in his excitement.
    “If you keep gathering those reins, lass, you and the horse are going to end up back where you came from.”
    She glanced guiltily up at Alaric McCabe, who rode to her right. His admonishment had come out as a tease, but God’s truth, the man scared her. He looked savage with his unkempt, long dark hair and the braids dangling on each side of his temples.
    When she’d awakened in his arms, she’d nearly tossed them both out of the saddle in her haste to escape. He’d been forced to pry both her and Crispen from their perch against him, and he’d put them both on the ground until the entire thing could be sorted out.
    He hadn’t been pleased by her stubbornness, but she had Crispen solidly on her side, and having extracted a promise from Crispen to tell no one her name, they’d both stood mute when Alaric demanded answers.
    Oh, he’d blustered and waved his arms. Even threatened to choke the both of them, and in the end he’dmuttered blasphemies against