“Listen, lady, I dinnae know how ye know me but I was merely doing my duty.”
“Yer duty?”
“A mercenary, I believe ye called me.Well, mayhap I am, but Laird Gillean is still my lord and master and ye are his prisoner.In his absence, I believe that makes ye my prisoner.”
“Yer prisoner?”She attempted a weak smile.“Is this some kind of jest?Are ye still angry with me?”
“I dinnae know how to jest.”
She blinked up at him, her brows knitted.Her gaze inevitably fell to the unsightly scar on his neck.“What happened to ye, Logan?Finn said ye were cut down.”
“Aye, in battle.The battle yer men instigated.By God’s good grace I survived.”
“Why did ye no’ return?Logan, I have much—”
“The wounds inflicted,” he continued, ignoring her, “caused me to lose my memory.Perhaps that pleases ye that yer warriors did as much damage or perhaps ye would have preferred me dead, I dinnae know.”
“Why should I be pleased to have ye dead?Ye speak in riddles.”She put a weary hand to her forehead.“I am delirious, aye?Ye are a figment of my imagination?Of my hopeful dreams?”
To his astonishment, more tears welled in her eyes and she pressed a shaky hand over them to stem the sobs.His patience snapped.She might be ailing but she refused to understand what he was saying.Logan did not believe he could make it any clearer and she knew about him.He had to find out what she knew.
He dropped to the bed, gripped her arms and shook her.She had no choice but to stare at him as he held her arms away from her tear-stained face.
“What do ye know of me?I must have ye tell me.”
“I dinnae—”
“Ye know nothing then?”he spat, disappointment burning his gut.
“Nay, I dinnae understand.”She winced and wriggled against his grip.
The bedding slipped, revealing one luscious breast.He let his gaze drop to it briefly, but any desire became masked by his need for answers.
“Yer hurting me!”
Teeth clenched, he forced himself to soften his grip.“What do ye know of me?”
Lorna took her time studying him.Her gaze traced his long hair, his beard, the scar on his neck.Then their gazes connected and his heart squeezed.The sensation disturbed him.
“Ye dinnae remember me?”
“Nay.I remember naught.My life started a little over four seasons ago when I awoke here, recovering from a grievous injury and many others.”
“Ye are serious, are ye not?”
“As I said, my lady, I dinnae jest.”
“Release me and I shall tell ye everything.”
He considered her.The woman was clever.From what little he knew of her, Gillean had pegged her as an intelligent, bold leader.Logan needed to be cautious.She could well use his memory loss to her advantage.
“Very well.”He opened his fingers and stepped back, allowing her to sit and cover herself once more.
“Do ye truly remember naught?”
He blew out an exasperated breath.“Aye, naught.”
“We met when I was but seven and ten.Do ye remember that?”
