The Highlander Who Saved Me (Heart of a Highlander Collection Book 2)

by Allie Palomino

  Gavin looked disturbed as he quickly glanced down at his son for a quick verification of his sincerity. He returned his cold gaze to the woman now regaining consciousness.

  Andie was moaning.

  “Wake up,” Gavin said impatiently.

  She opened her eyes and stared at him. Quickly, she got to her feet, but her head began spinning. She held onto the wall for support.

  Her eyes. Something in him tightened. Those were Sarah’s eyes- honey-colored eyes. Coldness rushed through his veins.

  Hair of wheat and eyes of honey.

  “So yer father is dead?” he asked, almost disinterestedly.

  “Aye.”

  “Why should I give ye aid, when yer clan has burned some of my clan’s cottages?”

  “What?” she asked, massaging her temples.

  “Aye. The fires were set by yer clan, as a distraction while they took my son,” he said bitterly.

  “I doona know what ye’er talking about. I’ve come to ye seeking aid. My clan has been under attack for several days now. My cousin, Alistair, has been battling for control and he’s winning. By now, he’s probably won. My father was felled on the battlefield and later died,” she said, nearly choking on the emotion. “My cousin wants to be laird. Why he took Riley, I doona know.” She stopped, trying to slow her racing thoughts. Anger welled in her and she said, “My father would never do the hideous things ye now accuse him of!” she hissed, her voice strong and defiant.

  His eyes flashed, so briefly, she thought she had imagined it. Andie looked at him closely.

  The Dark Wolf was handsome. He had long black hair and pale silver eyes. His face was very pleasing. She wondered how he had gotten the scar on his chin. He was tall with broad shoulders that seemed to never end in breadth. His pale eyes held secrets and reflected his soulless, dark existence. She had heard stories about him from her father, stories about his power, his skill, and his rage. He was the most powerful laird in Scotland, and the most deadly.

  “I’ll only speak to the new laird. I’m assuming Andie will be the new laird.”

  “Yes. My father has named-”

  “I’ll only speak to him. What’s yer name? Which are ye? Ailis? Tanna? Beth? There were so many, I scant remember,” he said dispassionately. His gaze was watchful, predatory. His eyes sparked silver glints.

  “With yer attitude, ‘tis surprising ye remember anything a ‘tall,” she hissed.

  “I’ll remind ye that ye are in my hands now. Respect may get ye better treatment,” he growled.

  “Respect for someone who has none for anyone else?” she asked, her voice raising in pitch.

  “Yer name,” he demanded harshly.

  “My name is Andie. Andie McBride.”

  He laughed, almost sounding as if he were growling. He looked at her, narrowing those pale eyes.

  “Impossible. Andie’s a mon’s name, the name of yer brother. What game do ye play?”

  “My name is Andie. I am Andrew’s youngest. I have no brothers.”

  “I grow impatient, woman,” he grated out ruthlessly. “It’s a mon’s name. Andrew named his youngest after him.”

  “Nay! Well, yes!”

  Gavin looked as if he were about to pounce on her, looking at her as if she were losing her mind.

  “Well, which is it?”

  “He did name his last born after himself, but it wasna a baby boy, but a baby girl. I turned out a girl, another daughter for him.”

  “What is yer real name? This is the last time I’ll ask.”

  “Andie!” she yelled.

  Gavin looked at her pensively for several seconds and decided she was telling the truth.

  “Ye have a mon’s name? Ye are Andie?” he asked again, blankly.

  “‘Tis spelled with an ‘ie’ nay a ‘y’!” she said, looking at him with her head tipped to the side in attitude.

  What she thought was something akin to laughter, escaped from his lips. “I’ll be damned.” She looked at him mesmerized- his eyes sparkled now, instead of throwing icy daggers her way.

  “Ye already are,” she hissed.

  “Ye’ve got sharp claws for being a woman. But why should I expect anything different from one?”

  She ignored the taunt, but sneered all the same as she crossed her arms. “I have been named the next laird. Whether Alistair knows that or nay, I doona care. All I know is that he wants to wed me, to strengthen his hold on the clan,” she said, her voice weak.

  “Ye, a woman, the next laird? Andrew must have been ill,” he said, his gaze unnerving. His eyes were cold again.

  Her face became red with anger. “Doona speak of my father in that manner!” she yelled, her voice wavering slightly. Tears formed in her eyes and Gavin felt unusually contrite.

  “I apologize. Yer father was a good mon,” he said, and she heard the sincerity in his deep voice.

  “Yes, he was,” she said, her voice a bare whisper.

  He continued to stare at her, realizing she must have been through an ordeal. “What happened to ye?”

  She shook her head, looking at Riley.

  “Ewan, take Riley to Edie. He needs to be placed in bed,” he said and Riley looked as if he was going to object. His eyes were droopy, so he just took Ewan’s hand. At the door, he turned around and looked at Andie.

  “I didna know yer face looked like that, Andie. Will ye be alright sleeping alone- without me to keep ye safe and nay scared?” he asked, innocently.

  She walked over to him and squatted down in front of him. She couldn’t hide her grimace of pain. “Well, Riley, ye protected me so well last night and I didna feel scared at all, but I’ll manage tonight. Can I go to ye if I feel scared, though?” she asked, brushing a stray lock of hair off his forehead.

  “Aye, ye may come to me. Papa will tell ye which chamber I’m in.”

  “Thank ye, Riley. Good night.”

  “Good night, Andie.”

  A flashback of Sarah ignited Gavin’s anger and it rushed through his body like venom. He clenched his jaw to stay the anger. He opened his glacier eyes and looked at Andie again. After Riley left, Gavin walked over to a table. He got water and brought it to her. She slowly sat back down on the lounger and drank all of the water.

  She had let his son drink the water, at her own sacrifice.

  “So what happened to ye? Did a pack of wild animals maul ye?”

  She had been looking into his soulless pale silver eyes again and looked down. She inhaled a shaky breath. He studied her closely, looking for any signs of dishonesty. She brought her hand up to her temple and rubbed it again. He saw her hand shake.

  “He murdered my family. All of them,” she whispered flatly, emotionlessly. She angrily pulled her hair back.

  “They’re all dead?” he asked, his voice without inflection.

  “Yes! He violated and killed my sisters and mother. I saw them,” her voice broke. Her hand still shook. She wasn’t going to cry, damn it. “I was in a room where my father had asked me to hide when my sisters and mother were taken. I saw from a window,” she said in a strangled whisper, looking into nowhere, a far away look in her amber eyes. “I saw his men drag them out and…” she couldn’t continue. Her voice had been trembling. She struggled to breathe for a couple of seconds, as the panic seized her.

  Gavin still stood there in watchful silence. There was more she was not telling him.

  “And my father,” she whispered louder. She cleared her throat. “He’s dead. All of them are dead!” she said, bringing her hand to her temples again. “Brutal, brutal murders.”

  “How did ye escape death?” he asked, narrowing his brooding, pale gaze.

  “I hid in that room. I saw my father fall during the fight. I went down to help. I couldna lose him, too,” she said, but her voice wavered again. She inhaled a gulping breath of air. “I believe that Alistair saw me helping my father off the field. I was in the room with my father, until he ordered me out. He wanted me to go to our allies. I went through a
secret passage, a passage only known by the laird of our clan. When I reached the door, a man caught me in the passageway,” she said, her voice rising. “Alistair was there to open the door for the man. My cousin told me that I was meant to die. Now, though, he says that my survival was God’s plan.”

  “God’s plan?”

  “Aye.”

  “For what?”

  “To wed him,” she said solemnly. She shuddered with disgust.

  He watched her carefully, looking for signs of deceit. “It’s late. Ye look like ye havena slept.”

  She gave a small laugh.

  “I havena. Riley slept in front of me while I leaned against a tree, and I couldna fall asleep. My family’s images haunted me. Besides, it was too dangerous for me to sleep. It would have made us vulnerable and I needed to look out for Riley. For us,” she said, looking into his empty steel-colored gaze.

  He looked into hers, and saw sorrow and sadness.

  “Shall we put her below, Gavin?” asked one man to her left.

  “Nay. Give her a chamber above stairs. Ask one of the servants to prepare a chamber.”

  Andie quietly stood, rubbing her temples. One man got immediately behind her and pulled her arms behind her back. She cried out in pain.

  “What are ye doing?” she asked, the pain of the vice grip obvious.

  “Let her go. She’s nay a prisoner. She’s an ally,” Gavin said, watchful of her again.

  Quietly, she followed one of the men out of the room. She moved her arms slowly, trying to take the sting away. Her back was rigidly straight. He kept an eye on her as she departed.

  There was just something about this woman.

  Honesty?

  Nay, he shook his head. None of them were ever honest.

  “Papa?” Riley asked, tugging at the plaid covering his father.

  “Papa?” he said again in a louder whisper.

  Gavin bolted upright, got out of bed, and grabbed his sword. All this, within the span of seconds.

  Riley giggled. “Papa!”

  Gavin looked down at his son. “What are ye doing here, Riley?” his voice deep, from sleep.

  Riley grew serious. “It’s her, papa. Andie,” he said, his eyes round with fear.

  “What’s the matter?” Gavin asked, tensing.

  “She’s screaming! I think someone’s in the room with her,” he said, frightened. “I wanted to go in to save her, but I thought to come to ye to get more help.”

  Gavin immediately was in stealth mode. It was impossible to penetrate his castle. But still, he had an unnerving thought- what if she had snuck someone in?

  Traitor.

  “Ye did well, Riley. Stay here. When I come back, ye may leave to yer chamber. Nay until then.”

  He hastily wrapped his plaid around his waist. Gavin held his sword in his hand as he angrily exited the room. He walked a couple of doors down to Riley’s room.

  Then he heard her.

  She was crying out in agony and pain. Then she was having a conversation. Her voice grew louder again.

  “Get off me!” she yelled loudly.

  He rushed in the room, only to find it empty. She was in the throes of a nightmare. Gavin walked over to the side of her bed. She was restless, her hands flailing around. The pale moonlight gliding in from the window allowed him to see her sweat-drenched body and flushed face.

  “I’ll nay wed ye, Alistair! Never,” she said, and her hands went to her face, clutching her cheek in her sleep.

  He saw her poppet and walked over, grabbing it. It was a little girl, an obvious attempt to replicate Andie. She had a rose in one hand and a sword in the other. Odd.

  “Andie?”

  “No, Alistair. Get off!”

  “Andie,” he said more forcefully.

  She sat up, gasping loudly. Her chest heaved from her breaths. She grabbed her dirk that had been returned to her and held it in her grasp. Gavin was impressed.

  “There`s nay threat, Andie.”

  She focused on him, and slowly, her hand dropped onto her lap.

  “What are ye doing here?” she asked, breathless, confused.

  “Ye scared my son. He thought someone was in the room with ye,” he said with annoyance.

  She shook her head. “Nay.” She paused for a second. She still sat upright, when she said, “Goodnight.”

  He stared at her a long minute. “What did he do to ye?” he asked, slowly, watching her.

  “What are ye talking about, Maitland?” she asked, evasively.

  “I think ye know what I’m asking, Andie. Ye didna tell me the full truth.”

  “What d’ye want to know?”

  He already knew, but he wanted to hear it from her. Yes, Gavin knew he was a bastard.

  “Why do ye have so many bruises?”

  “They’re pre-marital presents.”

  “From who?”

  “My betrothed,” she said, laughing emptily.

  “What happened?” he asked again, standing there, staring down at her. He walked over and sat on the edge of the bed.

  Andie looked at his massive, rippled chest. She didn’t know men had so many muscles, or that they grew this large. She broke free of those thoughts, inhaled, and looked away.

  The light from the candle provided little illumination but he saw her features. He saw the pain in her eyes, on her face. He saw her wheat colored hair and honey colored eyes. Fury pumped within him again.

  “He wanted to spoil me. He knew he couldna wed me right away, and he didna want me to run away to find help, or even chance a mon coming to champion my cause. So he wanted to spoil me, so that no other would want me,” she whispered.

  Her chest heaved at the memory. She remained detached, though, barely any emotion showing through.

  “He hit me- a lot. They forced me on the floor. He had a mon hold my arms above my head, while another held my legs open, pinning me down. He got over me…” she said, letting her voice stop when it quivered.

  He could only imagine what she went through. How very painful and humiliating, he thought. A bit of rage sparked within him, only this time it was aimed at her cousin.

  “How did ye escape?”

  “My father’s first in command came through the passageway, with great timing,” she smiled sadly, looking down at her hands, grimacing. She bit her lower lip. “Just a second more, and Alistair would have succeeded,” she said, still looking down at her hands. “He was like another father to me and my sisters.”

  “Who?”

  “Bryce,” she smiled, remembering. “He came in through the door, and fought all four men in the room, including Alistair. He told me to run and get out, and I did! I was such a coward. How could I let him meet death like that- alone!” She broke off, calming her emotions. She sniffled and inhaled. “Now I have no one, Gavin,” she said, closing her eyes painfully. “Everything has been taken away from me. My sisters, my mother, my father. Now, Bryce.” She shook her head, opening her eyes again. Her honeyed gaze was tormented. “What have I left? When I left with Riley, Alistair was destroying my clan. Burning cottages, beating clansmen, violating the women.”

  He saw the pain in her eyes. Sad- it made him feel sad. Another feeling? When was the last time he felt anything other than rage and cynicism?

  “Ye’re alive,” he said.

  She shook her head. “Nay. I’m dead. Everything I love is gone.”

  She looked away in sorrow. He saw her face fall again as the memories flooded back to her.

  “I wish I had died with them,” she whispered. His eyebrows furled in surprise. Another moment elapsed, before she said, “I’m sorry I woke ye and Riley. I’ll try to be quiet,” she said, staring at him.

  He nodded, not certain of what to say. “Sleep well,” he said, making his way to the door. He felt awkward with her.

  “Sleep well,” she said quietly, sinking back into the bed again.

  Gavin made his way back to his chamber, thinking about what she had told him. He felt the st
irrings of protection come over him and shrugged it off. He would feel the same about any one of his allies.

  Walking back to his chamber and opening the closed door, he stared at his bed. Riley had fallen asleep. He went over, picked Riley up tenderly, and walked to Riley’s room. He placed Riley in his bed and stared down at his son for a moment. Gavin was satisfied that his son looked hale and unhurt. He left and passed by Andie’s room. He slowly and quietly opened the door. She was crying uncontrollably, now that she was alone. She was clutching her poppet.

  How old was she? He tried to remember. He had been, what, how old? Nine? He remembered his father chuckling, finding out that Laird McBride had had another bairn and named it Andie.

  “Finally, an heir. Andie. Named ‘im after ‘imself!” his father had said. That had been nearly twenty years before. She was almost twenty. She was far too young to go through this, he thought. He looked at her again, his heart constricting. Gavin shut out the emotion as he quietly shut her door.

  He walked back to his room, vowing to finally get some sleep now that his son was safely back at home.

  Gavin walked over to his son’s room in the morning. He needed assurance that his son was safe. Once in front of the door, he opened it.

  He wasn’t there.

  Panic seized him.

  She took him. Damn her. She was a traitor.

  He marched to her room and opened the door, stunned silent and motionless at what he saw.

  His son was sleeping with her. She was lying on her side and Riley was in front of her. She had him enveloped in her arms, almost like a mother’s caress.

  Gavin’s heart skipped a beat, flipping in his chest. He quickly steeled himself against that feeling. He knew his son missed having a mother figure. His expression hardened. Rage seethed within him, remembering Riley’s mother, traitorous, conniving bitch that she was. He touched the scar on his chin, remembering that day he saw her for who she really was.

  Andie stirred and looked at the door, covering her arms protectively around Riley. Gavin saw the fear and strength of her protection in her gaze.

  Like a mother wolf protecting her pups.

  Like a real mother would, only she wasn’t Riley’s.