“Why do you serve this Laird Campbell if he has men like Domnall Maguire in his retinue?”
“Because he’s my uncle.”
She paused, surprised by the admission. But then she shook her head. “Not good enough. I don’t buy it. Why do youreallyserve him? Has this got to do with your crusade against the Muirs?”
He looked away.
Abigail didn’t let up. “That man we met outside Kalmack Castle. What was his name? Edgar Muir? He seemed to know you and you him. Why?”
Reid strode over to the window again. He did not want to talk about this but Abigail did not relent.
“Why do you hate the Muirs so much, Reid?”
He spun on her. “Because they cost me everything! You want to know why I serve Laird Campbell? Because by doing so I have a chance to take down the Muir clan!”
She stared at him. “My god, Reid,” she whispered. “What did they do to you?”
She stood and walked over to him, laying a hand on his chest. For a moment he wanted to tell her everything. He wanted to have it all out in the open and lay himself bare. But the words wouldn’t come. He glanced out the window to where his men were dismounting.
“I must go and see to this.”
She held his gaze for several heartbeats then sighed. “Fine. But I’ll see you later?”
“Aye,” Reid replied, striding to the door then turning back to face her. “Ye will.”
And more, if I have my way, he thought. He called Bo to heel, leaving Whitefoot with Abigail, then turned and left.
Chapter 14
“Aye, all running wellso far my lord,” said Murray, scratching his head. “They’ve turned up on time and I’ve barely had to yell at them at all.”
Reid nodded. “Good. Carry on.”
As he and Abigail walked away from Murray and his workers—who were quarrying stone from a patch of barren hillside a couple of miles north of the castle—Abigail all but skipped at his side. She looked immensely pleased with herself.
“All right,” he said finally. “Ye win.”
