Everything hurt.That was the first thing Gair thought as his mind eased him awake. It felt like every hair on his head and body was poking him. He felt worse than he had in the palace after spending the night with Charles and his courtesans. Was he ill? No. He didn’t feel as though he were fevered and his stomach was empty but not paining him. It might very well be the only thing not paining him. Was he asleep on a bed of nails? What could he possibly have done last night to make him feel so wretched? And why was he so wet?A sudden flash of light ripped through the air and he jumped in surprise. He was outside? Why had he fallen asleep outside? Just before the light disappeared his eyes focused in on the face of an angel with bright green eyes. Why did she look so afraid? The loud clap of thunder made him jump even more than the flash of light had. No sooner had the rumble faded than there was another bright flash of light. The brightness seemed to cut into his eyes and pained his
The red glow on the inside of his eyelids told Gair it was day, but he didn't want to open his eyes just yet. He heard someone moving a short distance away and his sleep-filled mind assumed it was the maid. He must have overslept. Maddie would pull the cover from the window and set the table for him to break his fast. Then he realized it didn’t smell right.The musty scent of damp earth and wet trees filled his nostrils. He could hear the rain on the leaves of the trees, just as if he were in the woods. His room never smelled like this and it was too far from the ground for him to hear rain rustling down through the leaves. A distant rumble of thunder brought last night’s events back to him. He’d been out in a storm with a beautiful woman and a wee lass. She called him Alasdair. People mixed them up all the time, so why did it make him so sad that this woman he didn’t know called him by the wrong name? Perhaps she only knew Dair. He hadn't been able to walk. Why not? Was he injured?S
Gair ran his hand over the back of his neck and sat down near the fire. Their stack of peat and wood was nearly gone. They’d have to either get more or move on come morning. He had no idea where they could go. He still didn’t know where they were! He didn’t know if he was responsible for the safety of these lasses, though it seemed he was. How on earth could he look after them if he didn’t even know how to get home from here? Even the sky was no help, clouds hid the sun and would hide the stars all night. He couldn’t even tell which general direction to travel in. Well, away from the sea, but other than that... The silence was a gift to his aching head at first, but it soon began to feel awkward. He wanted to know whatever the lasses could tell him, but he didn’t want to let on how clueless he was. “M’Laird’s head pains him,” the lass said, “but I have no poultice to fix it for him. Grandmame will have some. Will we go there tomorrow?” Gair looked from the lass to Isobel. “Yer head
Gair smiled, watching Izzy run her free hand over her hair. It was a nervous gesture he realized, one he’d seen her make before. He knew he had yet to remember everything from the past few days, but when Magdala had touched his back the pain had brought back memories of the lightning strike and more details of crossing the cove. He also knew that his first instinct when he had come to his senses beside the burning tree was to find Isobel and keep her safe. Though he didn't remember what she needed to be safe from.For some reason this angel was his, or she would be. He was relieved to know she was not his brother’s woman. He did not remember what their relationship was, but he knew what he wanted it to be. It wasn’t that yet he was sure, if it were she would not have minded him seeing her in just a chemise.“I’ve had my men prepare a tent for the two of you to have some privacy,” James said, nudging his knee, “newlyweds need their time alone, eh?” Gair blinked, barely managing to mask
“How in the bloody hell did you lose a sleeping woman!”The Duke’s booming voice froze Izzy in her tracks and she crouched low behind the nearest bush. She couldn’t make out what the soldiers were answering. They’d been asleep when she’d crawled out of the tent and left her shelter. Everyone had. Between having slept the day away and the large number of men around she hadn’t been able to drift off, so when the guards had started to snore she’d slipped out and spent the night out in the bush. She just picked her way between their legs, grabbed up her bow and quiver, and walked out the entrance.She’d only waited until she could sneak away because she hadn’t wanted any of the men to follow her. It had never occurred to her that they would get in trouble when she was not in the tent come morning. Nobody had ever bothered to know where she was before. If her clansmen had ever noticed her gone, they certainly hadn’t searched for her. Well, they had after she’d been gone several months, bu
"I can’t believe ye would just wander off like that,” the Duke said again around a mouthful of fish. Gair bristled. The man was more than happy to accept the food his wife caught, cleaned, and cooked, yet still felt the need to reprimand her. He had been berating her from the moment she’d shown herself. Every comment he’d spoken was meant to antagonize but stopped short of actually insulting her so Gair himself had no cause to retaliate. The pair of them had simply bit their tongues and waited for the man to steam off all his temper, but it was getting beyond tiresome. All of the group within earshot was attuned to the goings-on, waiting for someone to start a fight. “You wasted valuable time for the sake of a few fish when we had plenty of salted fare and bread to start the day. It was a complete waste of everyone’s time!” Gair glanced at Izzy and saw her eyes narrow, “well finding food to fill your belly wasn’t all I left for.”“What then?”“Ye do understand that I am nay really a
Izzy held herself stiff in front of her husband, looking around in astonishment as they all trudged forward more quickly than she’d realized a group this size could travel. It seemed like only moments ago her husband had stumbled into the shelter with Siofra in his arms and told James the three of them needed to be hidden and they had to leave immediately. Without asking a single question, James had taken the child from Gair and started barking out orders to his men. They had efficiently broken camp and loaded everyone onto horses in a matter of minutes. Dressed as Stuart soldiers, complete with hats and curly-haired wigs, she and her husband were mounted on a large black horse. Siofra had been wrapped in a bedroll and tossed on the back of the horse beside them with Magdala and a Stuart soldier. On the other side of Magdala two more Stuart soldiers, a man and a lad, were dressed in her and Alasdair’s cast off closed and sharing a horse.She had never shared a horse with anyone befo
Izzy glanced around at the group, happy to notice the time travelling had them spread out and mostly not paying attention. She put her hands over her husband's, hoping he would remain silent and allow her to lead them. She dug her heels into the horse and it picked up its pace, moving to the side as she guided it away from the group.“Bhean?”“Shh.” She felt him turn to look around them, then his hands relaxed under hers, letting her fully control the horse on her own. “They will notice us moving off,” he whispered to her when they were far enough away not to be overheard. “I would wager at least a pair of the men who rode behind were tasked with keeping us in sight. Probably a pair for each of us.”“A few is better than a hundred. My friends will not be there if such a large number of Stuarts approached. They have probably been watching us for a while now. I am hoping the dogs will come to me when I whistle, and that will tell them it is me and I believe all is well. If I weren’t in