It couldn't have been him.
"Me key is missing." Both exchanged knowing looks. "I'll find who took the key, Gawain."
"We were clearly attacked, Davinia." He sighed as he could feel an ache forming by his temples. "Nae. Nae, it is me they want. I’ve to tell Caillen about this."
"Informing the Laird would be wise, but I feel this is something we can solve quickly on our own, Gawain." She sniffled as she slipped her hand in his allowing him to pull her closer until their chests touched.
"Aye, I ken we can solve this quickly, but I'd still like Caillen to ken about it. We were targeted by someone and when we do find them, it'll still be me brother who has to dish out their punishment, nae me. Do nae fret, Davinia. We'll find the person, I'll tell me brother about it once the rain lets up."
"Aye." Gawain looked up once more before directing his gaze toward the castle's entrance. No one would dare hurt Davinia, the pot had been for him. If the person hadn't made a sound while opening the window, he might have actually gotten hit by the pot, and even worse, Davinia would get injured as well. The thought alone made his blood boil. Whoever it was, Gawain would find them.
Chapter Eight
"Caillen, I need to speak with—" Gawain stopped in his tracks when he saw his brother was with a guest in his study "Pardon me. I'll wait."
"Nae. Come in. I was about to send fer ye." Caillen waved him back in and Gawain shut the door behind him. Seated on the other side of the desk was the man Gawain recognized from the night before as Flora's husband. The man had a hard look in his eyes, his features possibly more rugged than Gawain's though he was of a smaller size and height. ``Is Sir Lachlan McClain. Ye should ken the clan."
"Aye." Gawain gave the man a curt nod in greeting.
"He’s the son and the representative of the McClain clan. Since he and the Sutherland clan have been joined as one, that makes us allies, so Scott, this is me brother and left hand, Gawain."
" I've heard a lot about ye." Gawain chuckled, a little uneasy with the man's presence.
"With me reputation, they are nae good things, I ken." He joked, earning a small laugh from Lachlan, who got to his feet to excuse the brothers.
"We all make mistakes, Gawain. Sometimes, they cost us. Sometimes they do nae. The point is that we have to learn and grow from our mistakes." Scott stopped in front of Gawain, seemingly sizing up the taller man. "How did ye get that scar?"
"I was trying to win a trophy fer a lady." Gawain said with a tight smile.
"Did ye win?"
"Aye."
"Did she like it?"
"It seems so."
"Then ye’ve a good eye. Women these days are hard to please. Perhaps I should just say ye’ve a good woman." Scott patted his shoulder before he left the study, leaving both brothers staring at the door.
Gawain did not bother to dwell any longer on Scott, and he dived into the seat Scott has gotten up from. "What news do ye’ve fer me?" Caillen moved the stacks of parchment to the side as his brother leaned in closer.
"Someone might be trying to kill me."
"Gawain—"
"Nae, hear me out before ye cast me aside, Caillen. I went fer a walk, and I encountered Davinia. I helped her with the baskets she was carrying, and it started to rain."
"So, this was like half an hour ago?" Caillen leaned back in his chair, letting his arms fall on either side of him as he regarded his brother with a blank stare.
"Aye. We sucked under a roof and the window above us opened, and someone threw down a pot at us."
"Do ye realize how unbelievable that sounds?"
"Caillen, Davinia was there with me. Ye can ask her."
"Fine, someone threw a pot down at ye. They might have nae thrown it. Perhaps it slipped."
"They would have warned us!"
