Something about her round blue eyes made him want to trust her, even though he knew it was probably a terrible idea.
Killian released her against his better judgement, and she turned to walk away. He missed her scent the moment she moved away from him. He followed, matching her pace as she began looking around for the herbs she needed.
Lily began humming to herself while he watched. Her voice was soothing, it calmed him, and he started to enjoy watching her from behind.
Why is she helping me?
She could take this chance to run, and probably hurt him some more to keep him from chasing her. So, why was she trying to treat his wounds instead?
Killian did not understand the woman. His temples started to ache, and he realized he did not want to either. He had a feeling Lily was going to cause him more trouble than she already had in the coming days.
That intuition had everything to do with the constant hum in his blood whenever she was near.
7
“Do ye even ken what ye are doin’?” Killian asked Lily for the third time while she prepared the salve for his wound.
Lily ignored his question, walked over to where he sat and then picked up the dagger he had handed her earlier. When she raised the blade towards him, he gasped and grabbed her hand.
“Are ye tryin’ to kill me?”
“No,” she answered. “Although I will not lie. I think about doing it often. It is all I think about, and trust me, I will do it when I get the chance.”
Killian arched an eyebrow, and she let out a light sigh. “I need to cut a section of your kilt and use it to wrap the wound. Hold still and do not move.”
He snatched the dagger from her, rose to his feet, and cut his kilt himself, handing her the piece. When he lowered himself to the ground again and began unbuttoning his léine to give her access to the wound on his left side, Lily felt her chest grow tight and her pulse accelerate.
Killian had such a broad chest, with hard muscles and warm skin.
She licked her lips and tried not to think of the rush of heat coursing through her. His naked skin glistened under the sunlight, and a lump formed in her throat. She couldn’t take her eyes off him.
There was something about this man that made her want to be near him all the time. She had spent most of her time around soldiers back home in McLennan, and she had never felt this way around them.
He makes me feel different in many ways.
In ways she was not used to.
“How did ye learn to make this?” he asked when she scooped a bit of salve with her finger and began applying it over the gushing wound. It was a deep cut, and she wondered how he had managed to run with her without wincing in pain. “Are ye a healer?”
“No,” she answered while her fingers slid over the cut on his arm.
He is strong.
The rest of his chest and abdomen was rock solid. She wondered what it would feel like to run her hands over his chest and feel the tight muscles there.
Lily moistened her lips again as the thoughts tore through her mind and left her with a trembling blush. Their eyes met, and for a long second, all she could do was stare deep into his eyes.
“Her ladyship, Amelia… I grew up with her in England. She taught me all I know about herbs and plants. It was all we did most of the time back home in England.”
“I see,” he murmured.
Lily withdrew from him when she finished applying the salve and wrapping the wound. She rose to her feet, then applied a little of the salve to the cut on her cheek and her arm.
“It will help with the bleeding and the pain, but you should have a healer treat it when we finally arrive at your castle.”
“I dinnae need the healer to check some little wound. I will be all right.”
Killian got up before she could say anything else and began putting on his léine again. She admired his body briefly, her eyes trailing down to his waistline. He had tufts of hair on his chest, and her fingers itched to touch him.
