Page 64 of Her Accidental Highlander Husband

He let out the war cry and descended on the McCurdys spread below them on the field. For a moment he hoped they’d retreat so he’d not need to fight at all. And not risk breaking his promise to Mari.

But the damned McCurdys stood their ground to fight.

And they fought hard.

Cam had taken down six on his own when he saw Liam struggling with two warriors. The boy had only returned the day before from his task of taking the Stewart lass back to her home. He was a good fighter, but his age didn’t give him the strength needed to fight off two grown men, and he was most likely still tired from his travels.

Hurrying to offer the support of his blade, Cam slid from his horse and spotted an older man to his left. Cam raised his sword to take him down and was struck hard from behind. The shock of the blow stilled the force of his movement.

The old man gave him a toothless grin as his blade arched across Cam’s chest. Vengeance fueled a burst of energy, and he thrust his sword forward to impale the man and wipe the ugly smile from his face. Cam didn’t want that to be the last thing he saw in life.

Closing his eyes, he pictured his wife. The kind smile she offered when she noticed him across the bailey or the hall. The trusting look she gave him when she was close to finding her pleasure in their bed.

He dropped to the soil, glad that he’d die on his own clan’s lands.

He’d leave Mari a widow, just as he’d expected.

As darkness came for him, he truly wished he’d been wrong about that.

…

Mari stood at the battlements next to Kenna as the men approached. At first they were too far away to distinguish individuals, but as they came into sight, Mari checked the men, knowing Cam would be the tallest of them. He sat his horse nearly a head taller than the other men.

She didn’t see him.

Scanning the line again, she waited. There were still more warriors cresting the hill, and while Cam’s place as war chief was at the front, leading his men, it was possible he’d trailed behind to speak to someone.

That excuse was quickly brushed aside as they approached the gate. There was no way a war chief wouldn’t enter the castle with his flags flying, if he were able.

“Cam,” she whispered fearfully. “Oh, God.”

Kenna said something, but Mari was already running for the stairs and down to the bailey. She’d just cleared the gates when the first men rode in looking battle-weary but happy.

The crowd that had gathered for their return cheered as Lachlan made the announcement of their victory. That was all well and good, but she still hadn’t set eyes on her husband.

“Brother?” she called to get Lachlan’s attention.

He frowned and slid down from his horse, patting a few backs as he fought his way through the growing crowd to get to her.

“Where is he?” she asked, her voice sounding so small she wondered how he’d heard her with all the noise around them.

“He’s sure to be fine. He’s coming along in the wagon now. He was injured. It’s made him cranky, but he’ll be all right. We’ll have Kenna and Abagail take a look at him as soon as he’s brought in.”

Mari twisted her fingers together as she nervously waited for the wagon to drive into the bailey. She didn’t even wait for it to stop before she climbed up into the back. There were two men bouncing along. One man was staring up at the sky in death.

The other, thank God, was her husband.

“Help me get him inside,” she ordered as if she were still a duchess at Blackley House in London. Here at Dunardry she had no authority, but the men listened anyway. They hurried to take Cam into the keep and straight up to their room.

He still hadn’t spoken or so much as moaned. His eyes were closed, and the gray color of his skin startled her.

“Cam?” She settled by his side and placed her hand on his cool cheek. “Husband?”

Then she moved his ratty plaid away and saw blood covering his chest. His shirt was soaked with it.

“Kenna!” she screamed, earning a slight wince from Cam. “Cam? Please hang on. Kenna will help.” Leaving him alone in their room and sprinting to the door, she nearly ran into Kenna and Abagail. “Help him, please.”

“Light the fire and get a pot of water to boil,” Abagail ordered.