He wouldn’t fuck her wee body until he owned it by law, so he’d have to make certain she was his in posthaste.
The Lord of the Isles would be made to wait but so long.
Chapter Four
“Janet, wake up. Please lovie, please…wake up.”
Janet could hear Morag calling to her from somewhere in the back of her mind. But everything was so hazy, so obscured. Her best friend’s voice seemed miles away. Her eyelids felt heavy, the muscles of her body were on fire, her knees felt as though someone had raked them across a serrated blade.
“Janetplease…please wake up.”
Black eyes. A man. Morag’s screams.
The night’s activities slowly began to unravel in the fogginess clouding her brain…
But she’d gotten away! She’d fled into the mist for help. For—Morag. Oh God…Morag!
But no. The man had stopped her. The battle-scarred…warrior? A warrior?
“Janet, for the love of Mary would you open your eyes.” This in urgent tones from Morag.
Morag? Morag was here? She’d gotten away? Oh…Morag!
Ice cold water pelted Janet in the face, waking her up instantly. She bolted upright, sucking in huge gasps of air, the frigid liquid shocking her into alert mode.
She blinked a few times in rapid succession as her eyes took in the strange surroundings. Animal rawhides enclosed her on three sides, the bark of a large tree on another. The tiny space she was sitting in consisted of earth and animal furs.
A tent. She was sitting in some sort of primitive tent. Her gaze clashed with Morag’s. “Where are we?” she whispered.
“Oh lovie,” Morag said as she ran a hand through Janet’s mane of unruly tawny curls. “I didn’t think you’d ever wake up.”
“I’m fine.” Janet sat up straighter and forcibly shook the remaining cobwebs from her brain. “I’m awake. Morag, what’s going on? Who are those men? Where have they taken us?”
“I don’t know.” Morag worried her bottom lip as she threw a long red tress over her shoulder. “I can no’ understand a bloody word of what they are saying to me, Janet. These men…” She lowered her voice and leaned in closer to her best friend. “These men are dangerous. We must run away!” she said urgently. “Preferablybeforethey come back to interrogate us again!”
“Interrogate?” Janet’s eyes widened. “They’ve interrogated you?”
“They’ve tried.” Morag sighed. “Janet, they can no’ understand what I am saying to them anymore than I can comprehend what they are saying to me.”
“How can that be?” Janet shook her head slightly, more confused than she was frightened which was saying a lot. Her eyes darted back toward Morag’s. “That makes no sense.”
“I know.” Morag was quiet for a pregnant moment as she studied her friend’s features.
“What Morag? What is it?”
“It’s just…it’s…”
“Yes?”
She sighed. “Janet, something verra strange is happening here. Something…something isn’t right.”
Janet was surprised she was able to find a chuckle amidst the chaos, but she did. “No kidding,” she said wryly.
Morag didn’t return her mirth. “I’m serious Janet. I do no’ just mean the fact that we were kidnapped in the heart of Nairn by a bunch of over-large, non-English speaking men. It’s…it’s…more than that.” She took a deep breath and glanced away.
Janet clasped her hand and squeezed it. She had felt those same odd premonitions since she’d first laid eyes on the fog when they’d trekked out of the pub. “Tell me,” she said under her breath. “Tell me what you think is going on.”
Morag nodded, deciding to waste no more time. “Bear in mind before you dismiss my musings as nonsense that I have been awake since this entire sordid mess began. I have seen things you have no’ seen, or things you have no’ seen yet anyway.”
