Islan leaves, but she lingers at the door. I take a step toward her and she runs.
Good lord, she’ll do my fucking head in.
“What did she witness, son?” he asks quietly.
I sit on the sofa beside him and tell him fucking everything. He doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t react. Doesn’t say a word until I bring him up to date. “So I brought her upstairs and she’s in the guest room until I can question her further in the morning.”
He’s silent for long moments. “Did Father MacGowen see you kill the Aitkens man?”
I shake my head. “No.”
“And the others obviously knew their mate was murdered.”
“Aye.”
“And no one but the girl knows who you are?”
I nod.
He works his jaw before he finishes his whisky. Though he doesn’t speak, I can feel the silent judgment.
Tavish wouldn’t have fucked this up.
“You think I should’ve handled it differently, then?”
He shakes his head. “It’s not up to me to question what the Clan Captain does. It’s not up to anyone. Not your brothers, your sisters, your parents, or anyone, son.”
I nod. Understood.
“I’m only asking so I’m informed.”
I watch the fire flicker in the hearth.
“Tomorrow, you’ll find out everything you can about her, then?”
“Aye, sir. That’s the plan.”
He nods. “That’s a good plan, Leith. Let’s find out everything we can about her, and see if we can’t piece things together. She could already be missing somewhere for all we know, people looking for her as we speak.”
For some reason, I think it unlikely, though I have no idea why.
I yawn widely. It’s been a long fucking day. “I’m heading to bed. I’ll question her more in the morning and see if anyone in town’s said anything about a disturbance. I think we escaped relatively unseen, though, truth be told.”
Dad nods. “Excellent. And you made it clear they’re not to threaten MacGowen again?”
“Aye.”
He nods again. “Good night.”
I should be happy he’s giving me rare praise like this, but I can’t help but note the worry lines that crease my mother’s forehead, or the way my father won’t quite meet my eyes as he stares at the flickering flames in the hearth.
No one questions the Captain, so no one wants to say I fucked up tonight. I was sent to teach a lesson, not kill one of our rivals.
I was sent to defend our priest and pay back our enemies, not bring home a pretty, helpless hostage and her mangy mutt.
I was sent to make things better, only I fucked them up.
I finish my drink and get up to leave.
