It felt like a stone wall had crashed down on him as he realized everything he’d lost. It was like the last time, when he’d come home to realize she was gone, except maybe even more devastating. He’d lost his wife and his son.
They’d fled and it didn’t take him long to realize how: her brother. Eoin had been so angry about the failed trap he hadn’t asked her the details of how her brother planned to “rescue” her. He must have planned to pick her up on the way back from Appin—today.
A quick questioning of the guards on duty at the gate told him he was right. The lady and the wee laddie had left over an hour ago for a short walk to the village. Not the village in reality, Eoin knew, but one of the other anchorages on the isle. There were three, including the one at the castle. The one on the northwest side opposite Oban would be too busy—even at this hour—but the one on the east side of the isle would be easily accessible for a ship of marauding MacDowells sailing down the Firth of Lorn who wouldn’t want to draw a lot of attention.
The anchorage was a short walk. Twenty—thirty—minutes at the most. If they’d left over an hour ago, he knew they were likely long gone. But he had to make sure. Knowing it would be fastest to ride, he started toward the stable when someone blocked his path.
“She’s gone,” Fin said.
It took everything Eoin had not to kill him. Only the fact that Fin was married to his sister prevented his grandfather and namesake’s fabled battle-axe from coming down across his head. But still, his hand itched to reach to his side and pull it from the strap.
Not cognizant of the imminent danger, Fin added, “I saw her and the boy boarding a ship by the dock at Bar-nam-boc.”
Eoin took a threatening step toward him, his hands fisting at his sides. He’d never wanted to strike someone so badly. “And you did nothing to stop them?”
Fin shrugged, obviously mistaking the source of the threat that he was too good of a warrior to have missed. “I figured it was for the best. She betrayed you again. The traitorous bitch is better off gone with her kin.”
“Don’t you mean better off gone where I won’t discover the truth?”
Fin’s confidence slipped, but only for a moment. He did, however, straighten from his relaxed stance into something slightly more defensive. “You know the truth.”
“Aye, I do,” Eoin said darkly, his muscles tensing as he took a step closer.
“I told you about her brother Duncan being here on Gylen.”
“You did,” Eoin said, seething. “But you neglected to mention that you were the one who told him my plans. You were in the barn, weren’t you?”
It was the only explanation, and the one Eoin hadn’t considered when he’d been so focused on condemning his wife. Someone had overheard them. It was his fault, damn it. He’d been in a rush and hadn’t checked.
Fin hesitated. He seemed to be weighing whether to lie. Apparently recognizing the futility, he just shrugged again. As if it were nothing. As if his betrayal hadn’t cost Eoin everything. “Fortuitously outside the window. I saw you come back and decided to stay.”
“So you spied on me and decided to betray me?” Eoin couldn’t contain his rage. He slammed him up against the stone wall of thebarmkin. “I trusted you. You were like a brother to me.”
Fin’s expression slipped, revealing anger and bitterness that must have been simmering for years.
“Werelike brothers, until you married her.Marriedher!” He scoffed with disbelief. “You surprised me. With all those rumors going around... I never thought you would be the knight-errant type to ride into her rescue.”
It took Eoin a moment to realize what he meant. “It was you. You started the rumors about what happened in the library.”
Fin didn’t bother denying it. “It was no more than she deserved. The lass was shameless and totally wrong for you. But you didn’t see it.” His mouth hardened. “But I never spied on you. I was curious, and I thought she was trying to have you send me away after what Marjory did. I would never have said anything, but when I saw MacDowell the next day...”
“You decided to take advantage of it, knowing I would blame Margaret, is that it?” Opportunistic bastard. Fin had done the same thing in the war. Eoin had made excuses for him, but he wouldn’t do so any longer. He held him up by the scruff like the dog he was and shook him. “Men were killed. Good men. I could have been killed, damn it. All so you could take out your misguided hatred on a woman who would have been a friend to you, if you’d given her a chance?”
“Friendship?” Fin sneered, ignoring the hand that was squeezing around his neck. “I didn’t want her friendship. I just wanted to fuck her.” Eoin’s fist slammed into Fin’s jaw before the offending words had even left his mouth. Blood ran down his foster brother’s chin as he smiled. “She must be as good as she looks, for her to have turned you against me so quickly.”
Eoin was barely listening. He was too busy pummeling his former friend with everything he had. The face. The gut. The ribs. It took him a minute to realize Fin wasn’t fighting back. He was bent over, half on his knees.
The blood was still pounding through Eoin’s veins as he leaned over him, holding him upright by the edge of hiscotun, his fist poised for one last blow. “She never tried to turn me against you. She didn’t need to. You did all that by yourself when youattackedher.”
Fin’s eyes turned black with rage. “Aye, but it’s cost me, hasn’t it? That bitch has made me pay.”
Assuming Fin was referring to their friendship, Eoin said, “So you try to have me killed?”
“I knew you and Campbell weren’t in any danger. Bruce’s indestructible phantoms?” Fin laughed at Eoin’s shock. “Do you take me for a complete fool? Do you not think I never guessed all these years?”
Eoin stared at the man who’d been his closest friend and felt his rage dampened by disgust and an incredible sense of sadness at the loss of something that had been important to him.
He lowered his hand, knowing he couldn’t kill him. But they would never be friends again. “Get the hell out of here. I’m going to get my wife and son back, and I want you and Marjory gone by the time I return.”
