You treated her worse than anyone…
Meghan searched around. She moved her stare hesitantly between them—and it froze on August.
“What is he talking about?” she repeated, her voice climbing, pitchy.
“Meghan,” he said thickly.
“Tell her,” Campbell said.
Thinly controlled rage threaded that directive.
The fragile thread snapped.
“Tell her! Tell her how she wasn’t the only McQuoid lass ruined!”
Meghan’s eyes went blank.
She blinked slowly.
“Au-August?”
Culross squeezed his eyes shut.
“I didn’t—”
“Tell my sister she was not the only woman abducted on her wedding day,” Brone spat.
Tell her.
Tell her.
Tell her.
The other man kept hammering Culross.
Hammered him with what Culross himself should have done before this moment.
“Tell her how you sent your brother after her sister. And one of your other goons after her cousin.”
Tears fell down Meghan’s cheeks.
“Meghan,” he begged, stretching his palms up in supplication.
Sobbing, Meghan slammed her fists into his chest.
“My sister!” she raged through her tears.
“My cousin!”
And then the dam broke.
Sobbing, Meghan pounded his chest with all her force.
She pummeled him over and over.
Culross bowed his head and opened himself to her.
Let her rage.
