“This is what you have come to, then?”
“It says something about you as well if you are going to say yes,” she said, and for a moment, she thought that Aidan's pride would force him to leave. She was certain that she had failed and overplayed her hand. His disgust for her and what she had become, his very pride, would have overcome any desire for her.
Then something flat came over his expression, and she dared to breathe again.
“Tell me.”
“Take me home to my mother. Take me back to Scotland. If you do... you can use me as you like until we arrive.”
It should have been no different than what Harry was asking of her. Harry wanted to bed her on a satin bed, and Aidan would have bedded her in a barn, but in the end, it was all the same. It was a man using her body, and the only difference was that she would never look at Harry Stratham and feel as if a hot fire had been lit in her belly.
They locked eyes, and this time, Aidan was the one who looked away. His answer, though, wasn't what she thought it would be.
“Never say anything like that to me again. I swear to all Heaven that I do not care what you have done here, and what you have become, but do not say that to me again.”
“Aidan...”
“Write a letter to your mother. I swear on my honor as the laird of Clan MacTaggart that I will read it for her. That is all I will do for you, Meggie Barton. You make take it or leave it as you choose.”
Margaret wanted to fall to her knees in pain. She wrapped her arms around herself as if that would hold her together, and she saw Aidan reach for her before he stopped himself. She nodded.
“All right,” she said, her throat tight. “I'll be back with a letter. Give me just a little bit of time.”
“Don't make it too long. I may leave.”
She bared her teeth at him, and to her surprise, he pressed his thumb gently against her chin.
“There you are,” he said. “I didn't think they could get to all of you.”
She jerked her head away, furious with him, furious and sick with all of it. What did it matter to him what was left of her, what had gone? What made it his right?
“I'll be fast,” she said, and she walked out of the chapel.
She walked quickly up to her room, pulling out quill and parchment from the small box close by her bed. The letter was swift but clear, and after she sealed it, Margaret reached for the box that held her jewelry as well. She tumbled the gold necklaces, the ruby pendant, the pair of if sapphire earrings that had been a present from her father, into a small bag and threw the letter in on top of them.
Even if she gets a pittance for them, it'll be better than letting Harry admire them on me, she thought bitterly.
She started to make her way back down to the chapel, but a commotion in the bailey made her stop and look at one of the arrow slit windows. What she saw made her gasp.
It was Aidan, out from the chapel and fighting two men men who had obviously come to pull him out. The men on the wall were crying out in alarm, torches were being lit, and Margaret felt the coldest fear she had ever known come over her.
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