Heart of the Highlands: The Beast (Protectors of the Crown Book 1) (24 page)

“Does anyone have a flask of water? I must clean it first before I attempt to close it.”

One of the guards rushed to her side and handed her his open flask. She poured the contents on the wound. Using the torn, bloody shirt as a bandage, she instructed on of the men to start a small fire.

“Lass, we dinna have time fer this,” Leland warned.

“I must seal the wound. Once the fire is lit, take yer dagger and hold it over the flames. Make sure it is good and hot. Be quick about it unless ye want Ian to bleed to death or die from fever after all this,” she instructed.

Leland did as she asked and held the blade in the flames. Several moments later, Leland returned to her side and handed her the knife. Keira exposed the wound once more and pressed the hot metal against this wound. The smell of burning flesh enveloped her as his skin sizzled.

“I think I’m going to be sick,” Leland said, walking away quickly with his hand covering his mouth.

Keira waited a few moments longer until she peeled the blade from his skin. It would leave a horrific scar but at least if her were to die it would not be because he bled to death.

Running her hands down his chest, his arms and his legs, she searched for additional wounds. She noted less serious wounds such as three cracked ribs, two broken fingers and a possible sprain to his ankle. But those things would have to wait till later. Once they found shelter and she had the proper supplies, she would reset his fingers and wrap his chest so the ribs would heal. It would be a long recovery but once she fixed him, the rest was up to God.

As she continued to minister his wounds, her mind went to her father. Ian wasn’t the only man she worried about. Even though she was madder than a crazed rabbit, Magnus Sinclair was still her father. He’d managed to escape one death, but she feared he had not been given the luck of the saints to escape another.

Softly she asked, “Leland, did my father survive?”

She was unsure whether she wanted to know the answer but thinking of her father left for dead disturbed her thoughts.

“Nay, lass. We found his body after the fight. But ‘twas none of my men. He was already dead before we ever got there,” Leland replied.

Keira nodded her head. She figured that had he not died in the fight, he would have simply ran off, but after her brief time with Laird Chisholm she knew that neither she nor her father would be allowed to live. Sending up a silent prayer to the heavens, she asked God to forgive his sins and pray that he would now rest in peace in the company of her mother.

Leland led them to a nearby abbey that offered them shelter. With the help of the monks, Keira bandaged Ian’s wounds and left him alone to rest. Each day Keira paced anxiously across the floor at the foot of Ian’s bed waiting for him to wake. It had been nearly three days and he had still not wakened.

“Ye be worrying yerself sick, lass,” Leland said. “Ye should get some rest. I can fetch ye if he wakes.”

“I can no’ sleep Leland. I know his body needs the rest to heal, but if he doesn’t wake soon, I’m afraid he will starve to death.”

Leland lowered his head. He too worried greatly over his brother though he tried to keep optimistic. Ian was a hard man and a fighter; he was not one to easily give up.

“I promise I will rest soon. I just wish to stay a bit longer,” she said as she went to sit near Ian’s bedside.

“Alright, lass. Come find me if ye need anything. I will be down in the kitchens. I will come to check on ye and Ian later.”

“Thank ye, Leland. Ye are a good brother,” she said thinking of her own siblings. “Leland, if Ian does no’ wake, I wish fer ye to take me home to Castle Sinclair.”

“Ye cannae be talking like that. He will wake!”

“I know, but if he doesn’t. I need to be home wit’ my sisters. They are all alone and they dinna know what has happened. Promise me, please!” she said somberly.

Leland regarded her with sad eyes.

“Lass, dinna worry about yer sisters. If it makes ye feel better, I will go myself and bring them back wit’ me to Invercauld,” Leland offered.

“Ye would do that?”

“Of course, ye are my brother’s wife, and I dinna like just sitting here waiting to find out whether or no’ Ian is going to get better. I could use the distraction. Besides, how much trouble could four young lassies be?”

Keira stood from her chair and wrapped her arms around Leland.

“Thank ye Leland! Ye dinna know how much that means to me!”

“Tis no problem, my lady.”

Leland offered her a slight smile and left the room. With the comfort knowing her sisters will be safe in Leland’s capable hands, she felt some relief. Keira leaned over to grab a wet rag from the basin. Wringing it out, she blotted it along Ian’s forehead, grateful he had not succumbed to fever. Setting the rag under his chin, she grabbed a small cup of broth and held Ian’s head as she forced the liquid down his throat.

“Ian, ye must wake up. Ye must eat,” she said in desperation.

She felt drained of energy, and emotionally exhausted as she had not slept in almost three days. Dark smudges had begun to appear under her eyes, her skin was pale, and her cheeks were sunken. But she refused to leave Ian’s side. Every few hours, she would redress his bandages, wipe the sweat off his brow and try to get him to drink some broth. His wounds, remarkably, were healing much better than she had initially anticipated. Now all she needed was for him to wake.

Keira placed her hand on top of Ian’s.

“It was my fault that ye got hurt. I should have told ye what I had planned. I should have trusted ye. Ye have lost so many things in life that I just wanted to see at least one of those things returned to ye. I am sorry I failed ye. Please wake up, Ian. I am no’ ready to say goodbye,” she said softly, hoping he would hear her words and wake.

Kissing him on his forehead, she rested her head on his shoulder and placed her hand on his chest. Closing her eyes, she listened to the strong beat of his heart.

“I love ye, Ian MacKay,” she said as she ran her fingers up and down his chest.

“I love ye too,” Ian responded with a dry, scratchy voice.

“Yer awake!”  

Tears filled Keira’s eyes as she flung her arms around him.

“Easy lass!” Ian said, calmly.

“I thought I was losin’ ye. Oh Ian, I am so sorry fer what I did. Will ye ever forgive me?” she asked as tears fell from her eyes. 

“I am no’ mad at ye lass. It took me some time, but I understand why ye did it, but it was no’ necessary.”

“But what of yer home? How will ye get it back?”

“Ye are more important to me than a castle, Keira. I dinna ever want to lose ye again. Ye are my wife and I love ye. Ye are the reason fer every beat of my heart, every breath I take, every smile. I promised ye from the beginning that I would do right by ye. To love and cherish ye fer all my days. My word is my vow and someday we will return home, I promise ye that.”

Keira held her husband tightly in her arms knowing that whatever challenges they faced, they would face them together.

Other books by the Author

Protectors of the Crown Series

Book One: Heart of the Highlands: The Beast (2015)

Book Two: Heart of the Highlands: The Wolf (2015)

Book Three: Heart of the Highlands: The Dragon (2016)

Book Four: Heart of the Highlands: The Lion (2016)

Book Five: Heart of the Highlands: The Stag (2016)

The MacKinnon Clan Series

Book One: The Honor of a Highlander (2013)

Book Two: Escape to the Highlands (2014)

Book Three: Highland Daydreams (2014)

The Dark Fae Saga

Book One: Legend of the Fae (2015)

Book Two: Prophecy of the Fae coming soon

About the Author

April lives in central Minnesota with her husband and son. She developed her passion of historical romances through her love of history and genealogy. Over the last several years she has compiled her family tree finding over 350 bloodline grandparents dating back to the 900’s from England and France.

When not working or writing, she enjoys spending time with her family, reading and being outdoors.

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