Page 81 of Highlander’s Evil Side

Helga nodded. “Of course.”

“And ye won’t leave this bed until Hamish says so.”

Helga chuckled. “What am I, a child to ye, Fraser?” She rolled her eyes towards the ceiling. “Go. I will be fine. Ye can bother me in the morn.”

Fraser nodded, making a note in the back of his head he should visit his mother as soon as the sun was up. The feeling of fingers lacing with his brought his attentions to Beitris, who guided him out of the room.

“Will ye be well, Fraser?” Beitris whispered. “I know today has been long and painful.”

Fraser grimaced. He nearly lost his mother. He nearly lost Beitris, and his brother, one he had never known about, had died in the process. Fraser didn’t know what to think. He felt for Finnegan. The man had led a life filled with strife. He found himself unable to blame his brother for some of his actions. His father had done something dreadful. He had split up a family in order to protect the clan, but was it truly worth it?

Fraser shook his head. He didn’t want to think about it now. He didn’t want to think ill of the dead—ill of his father. Thankfully, his attentions were taken by Hendry and Scott, standing outside the door.

“All is well, I hope?” Hendry asked while glancing between Beitris and Fraser.

Fraser nodded. “Aye, she should make a recovery.”

“That is good.” Hendry smiled brightly.

“Thank ye, Hendry," said Beitris while stepping forth. "For everything. If it wasn’t for ye…" Beitris paused, her hand going to her mouth as she turned away. Fraser wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her to him, stroking her hair while she nuzzled into his warmth.

“I’m just glad I made it in time," said Hendry.

Fraser nodded. "As are we.”

Hendry smiled as he glanced between Fraser and Beitris. "Now, I hope ye will invite me to yer real wedding whenever yer bound to have it.”

Fraser smiled, and Beitris stifled a giggle. “Aye, of course,” said Fraser while stroking the side of Beitris’s face, watching as she leaned into his touch and feeling his heart swell with love. “Yer most definitely invited.”