“I was?” He’d not been told that before. “Did they say where? When?”
“Only that two of their number were traveling back from Iona and found ye closer to the coast in the south. Once they thought ye might survive, they took ye to the settlement and cared for ye there.”
When he met the laird’s gaze, the gleam told Iain that The MacKinnon knew or suspected more than he was saying. The coast to the south of Mull belonged to the MacLeans, from just below Tobermory, around past Craignure and towards Iona, the Holy Isle.
The MacLeans were enemies of the MacKinnons.
The man’s green eyes, the same as his daughter had, narrowed ever so slightly. Iain might have missed it if he hadn’t been looking at just that moment.
“See yerself gone by the noon meal. Breac will see to ye if ye dawdle.”
Iain walked out, passing Breac in the corridor as he waited on his brother’s orders. The chieftain had things in hand, but Iain wondered if Ailis understood her father’s plan.
But right now, all Iain could think about was the woman waiting in his chamber and getting to her.
