Page 68 of The Highlander’s Kilted Affair

“I am here with only a few men,” he said. “I couldnae take the chance o’ being seen. Laird Gunn has scouts everywhere after me useless men failed in their attempt at grabbing ye the first time. More soldiers will be arriving within the hour. We will leave then.”

Evelyn did not reply. She was still contemplating throwing herself into the fire when Laird Keith sat down opposite her again.

I should have taken the chance when I had it.

“Tell me. Does yer betrothed ken ye are lying with his braither?” He smirked, grazing his eyes up and down her body.

The action made her cringe, and a shiver ran up her spine, yet, she could not hide her astonishment at his words.

“Och, aye. I ken far more than ye realize, Lady Sinclair. I will admit, I am a little disappointed tae discover ye’re nae the innocent I first thought ye were. But only a little. Does yer faither ken yer a brazen wench?”

“Ye are lying,” Evelyn retorted, trying for bravado. “Ye ken naething at all.”

“Och, I think ye’ll find I ken quite a lot about what goes on in that castle,” he drawled, clearly enjoying himself. “The maids there are easily swayed.”

Then her abduction made sense. Not that she had had much chance to think about it since she had woken. But the maid who had given her that drink was clearly working for Laird Keith, though, for the life of her, Evelyn could not imagine why. Audor was a good and honest laird. He treated all those who worked at the castle with dignity and respect. Why would someone be so disloyal? Why would she turn her back on her own clan?

For the next half hour, Evelyn was forced to listen to the laird espousing his great power and wealth. If nothing else, he was full of himself, and his arrogance seemed to know no bounds as he recalled how he had plundered villages on his travels, and taken whatever he desired.

Just like he had taken Evelyn. Only, rather than her being an item of great value, like gold, or silver, she was a human being with a mind of her own. It was clear, as she listened to him, however, that he did not see her that way at all. She was just another item he had acquired. It made her worry about what he might do to her once he grew tired of her.

Ye will have ended yer life by then.

Nae. He’s nae worth me life. I will fight. I will escape. I dinnae ken how, but I will. Me mother didnae die in vain. Me faither has suffered enough. I willnae let him hear o’ me demise as well.

The laird was on yet another story of how wonderful and fierce he was, when sounds outside brought him to a halt.

“That will be me men. And about time,” he growled. “The sooner we get out o’ this place, the better.”