Chapter Twenty-Six
When Arabella swam into consciousness, she wrenched against her captor’s hold, but swiftly learned the futility of her efforts. She twisted to catch sight of Mairi, but his thick arm spanned taut across her waist, locking her in place.
“Enough.” His harsh Gaelic rumble ceased her movements.
Too frightened and weary to argue, she slumped against the man and cradled her injured wrist against her stomach. Throughout the bone-jarring ride, she attempted to distinguish her surroundings, but to no avail. Blots of green, brown, and gray blurred past in a dizzying rush that made her aching head spin.
Time slipped away as tall pines blended into rough crags. The sun hung low in the sky when the horses slowed and began an uphill climb. Arabella squeezed her eyes shut, fearful one of the animals might misstep. Gravel crunched beneath each hoof beat, while frigid wind howled in her ears. Once the horses stepped on level ground, she peeled her eyes open, surprised to see moonlight peeked through the clouds.
Ahead in the distance, a gloomy pile of stones jutted up from the earth. The scent of saltwater tinged the air, signaling the proximity of the sea. As they drew near the keep, fear spread throughout her limbs, forcing her to tremble. Soon, they passed beneath an aging archway at the front gate and rode through a barren courtyard, pausing near the keep’s entrance.
In the next instant, Arabella found herself tossed from the saddle and restrained by another set of arms. She met Mairi’s angered gaze for a brief moment before rough hands hauled her and Mairi up a crumbling stairway. Inside, their captors led them down a dank passageway and into a meager hall. Wrinkling her nose against the offensive odor, she slid a quick glance over the chamber. As soon as she spotted the man seated at the high table, her heart constricted in her throat and her stomach dropped to the floor.
Geoffrey Longford.
Torchlight gleamed on his golden hair as he rose from his seat. A slow smile stretched across his perfectly-formed features, while triumph glimmered in his dark eyes. That look froze the blood in her veins. Behind her, the guard nudged her forward and she resisted, desperate to flee in the opposite direction, but strong hands held her in place.
“Oh come now, dove. I should think you’d be happy to see me.” Grinning, Longford sauntered across the hall.
Each step he took closer, her legs threatened to give out beneath her. The stifling air in the chamber practically suffocated her. She stared into the face of her own doom.
Longford halted a few feet away, casting a curious glance at Mairi. “And who do we have here?”
“MacGregor’s sister,” the dark-haired Scot holding Mairi offered. “Our agreement, Longford?”
Lifting his brow, he heaved a sigh and untangled a key from beneath his surcoat. He passed it over to the man who’d grabbed her that morn. “Finn, bring the boy.”
The Scot’s hold slipped from Mairi’s middle and she seized the opportunity, elbowing him in the ribs. She thrashed to free herself but he quickly regained control.
Longford laughed. “I see why you grabbed her.”
Mairi lunged forward, spitting in Longford’s face before the Scot restrained her against his chest. “My brother will see you burn in hell.”
Jaw clenched tight, he wiped his face with the sleeve of his tunic. He aimed a wrathful stare at Mairi. “See to your bitch before I do it for you. Get her out of here.”
Arabella looked on in dismay as the Scot tossed Mairi over his shoulder, while she kicked and screamed, and hauled her up the main stairway, vanishing from sight. A resounding slam of a door cut off her litany of curses.
Longford stepped in front of Arabella, his dark gaze pinning her in place. “Come along, my dear. You’ll need your rest before we leave for Penswyck on the morrow.”
Mindful of her precarious situation, she offered no resistance as he guided her up the stairs. He gripped her forearm, tugging her down the right passageway, away from Mairi’s muffled shouts to the left. Longford stopped her in front of a bedchamber and reached to unlatch the door, swinging the heavy wood wide. He released his grasp and pushed her in.
“Go.”
Her heart thumped wildly in her chest when he entered the chamber behind her, shutting the door with a faint clank. Wary of his presence, she bit her lip and stared ahead at the somber stone wall. The hair at her nape stood on end as his soft footfalls drew closer.
“Did you honestly believe you could best me?”
Warm breath heated her ear and she started. The calm question scarcely hid his anger.
“N-nay.” She balled her hands into fists, regretting the tremble in her voice.
Longford stepped around her, pausing long enough to glare, before he resumed pacing around her in circles. “You’ve caused me a world of trouble, Arabella. You will pay a heavy price for the offense once we’re married.”
“Married?” she blurted.
His rumbled chuckle sent a chill down her spine. He stopped in front of her, once more, searching over her features. “What did you think would happen?”
Her mind screamed in protest.
“Why? Penswyck is yours,” she cried in outrage. “You’ve murdered my brother and taken our home. What more do you want?”
“Everything,” he shouted within a hairsbreadth from her face. “You foolish girl. Half-measures gain naught. There will be no question of my claim to Penswyck. Our marriage will ensure that.”
Anger filtered through her veins, granting her a ration of courage. She met his gaze with a defiant glare. “I cannot wed you. I have a husband.”
Fast as lightning, he grabbed her jaw in a tight grip, digging his fingers in. “Do you believe that matters in the eyes of the church? Your marriage to that Scots bastard is a mockery.”
“I will not marry you,” she gritted out.
He tightened his grip and she grunted in pain. “Aye, you will, if I have to drag you to the altar by your hair.” He released her face with a shove and she stumbled back a step. “Afterward, I care not what happens to you.”
He brushed past her, moving toward the door, and she nearly crumpled to her knees.
“I suggest you learn obedience,”—his harsh voice stretched across the chamber—“Or you shall meet your brother’s fate sooner than you wish.”
The door slammed, rattling on its hinges, followed by a bar sliding in place, locking her in the bedchamber. The earth titled beneath her feet and she swallowed down the urge to retch. Unsteady on her feet, she stumbled the short distance to a small bed against the wall and collapsed on her side. She curled into a tight ball, cradling her hurt wrist to her chest, and cried.
Saints, what was she going to do now?
*
“Damn it, stop,” Aaron roared.
Mairi rounded on him, renewing her struggles to break free. Exasperated with the woman, he overpowered her. Pressing her back to the cool, stone wall, he locked her arms at her sides and pinned her legs with his thighs. Panting and seething in anger, she’d never looked comelier.
“You need to listen to me. I cannot help you and MacGregor’s bride if you do not.”
“You flaming arse. Why should I listen to you? Do you have any notion what you’ve done?” Her glare would slay a lesser man.
“Allow me to explain.”
“You’ve condemned us to die, you shameless coward.”
Out of time, he shook her hard. “By the Saints, that whoreson murdered my father and threatened to do the same to my brother if I did not bring him the woman. I did what I had to do.”
Doubt flickered in her eyes.
“The only way I could free my brother was to bring him MacGregor’s wife. Believe me, if I could’ve spared Connor, you, and her, then I would have, but there was no other way.” He lowered his head close to her flushed face. “Forgive me, but I could not allow my brother to die, Mairi.”
Conflict warred in her bright, blue gaze. “Why did you not tell me? I could’ve helped you. My brother—”
“Nay, there was no other way,” he drew out each word. “Longford would’ve killed Connor out of spite.”
“But—”
“Just listen. When my brother is safe and out of Longford’s reach, I will make certain you and MacGregor’s wife are freed, but I need your promise first. I need you to promise no harm will come to Connor.”
She frowned at him in confusion.
He lifted his hand to cup her cheek. The heat of her skin scalded his palm. “Your brother will come for you and his wife. You must protect Connor from your brother’s wrath.”
“What? Calum would never.”
“Connor is innocent of my crimes. Do not allow him to be consumed by your brother’s thirst for vengeance.”
“But…” She searched his gaze. “What of you?”
“My life is forfeit, Mairi. I’ll make sure the three of you are safe, then I’ll accept my fate.” Aaron moved his thumb over her silken cheek. “If things had been different…”
He did not bother finishing the words. There was no need wishing for another life. No reason to think on what might’ve been. Fate had set him on this course, whether he wished it or not.
Tears gathered in her beautiful eyes. “I know.”
Mairi surprised him by rising on her tiptoes and pressing a gentle kiss on his mouth. Seizing the moment, he dipped his head and sank his tongue past her parted lips. Light—she was absolute light. Slowly, he drew back and swiped the tears from her eyes.
“I must go,” he said.
Nodding, she wiped any lingering wetness away with the sleeves of her gown.
He moved toward the door and glanced over his shoulder. “I’ll come back for you once I get Connor to safety. Bar the door after me.”
“Aaron?” She paced a step closer. “Be careful.”
He offered her a faint smile and slipped outside the chamber. Leaning against the door, he calmed his thudding heart and waited to hear the lock slide in place. Once she did as he bid, Aaron sucked in a few steadying breaths and pushed away from the door. The end drew near and he had much to do.