Ravished by a Highlander (24 page)

R
ob prayed to God he was wrong. If he wasn’t, En—gland’s new king was about to lose one of his captains. He found that once
Davina had stopped following him from the solar, his steps lost their fervor. He wanted to reach Asher before she could stop
him, but he wished he didn’t have to. His hands curled into fists as he climbed the stairs. He prayed he was wrong. So what
if Asher was the only other man in the king’s garrison, including the king himself, who knew of Gilles’s ties with the Dutch
prince? It meant nothing. Surely, it didn’t mean that Da—vina’s closest friend had betrayed her. But something else, that
suddenly made sense when Asher spoke of William of Orange, did.

When Rob reached the captain’s door, he fought to harness his fury and pushed it open without knocking. “I have some questions
of my own to put ye, Asher,” he announced from the doorway.

“I suspected as much,” the captain said, turning from the narrow window with weariness marking his features. “If this is about
Prince William, I assure you I—”

“’Tis aboot the Abbess at Courlochcraig.”

“The Abbess?” Asher asked, perplexed. “I don’t—”

“She was expectin’ Davina,” Rob told him, stepping inside and closing the door behind him.

“That’s right.” The captain smiled, relief clearly etched in his features. “I sent her a missive asking her if I could bring
the Lady Montgomery to her.”

“Aye, I thought so.” Rob didn’t smile back as he stalked across the room. “The thing that nagged at my thoughts at the time
was how ye knew Gilles’s men were comin’.”

Asher almost swayed on his feet at the unexpected turn the conversation had taken. At this, Rob would have smiled if he didn’t
want to kill the man directly in front of him now so badly.

“But now I believe I have figured oot the great mystery. Ye knew Gilles was comin’ because ye had told him where to find her
when ye met with him and William in Holland. ’Tis where ye saw Admiral Stuart, aye?”

Asher opened his mouth, likely to deny the charge, but Rob’s palm in front of his face stopped him.

“I could hold ye here in the cellars until Stuart visits Camlochlin again, but that might be years from now and I doubt he
will recognize what’s left of ye by then.”

“I had not yet met her,” Asher admitted, surprisingly composed, as if he’d carried his own secret for too long and was relieved
to finally be released from it. “I was young and you do not know Admiral Gilles. He is ruthless and cruel.”

Rob felt sickened by the sight of him. He had to call upon every shred of control he possessed not to draw his sword and run
the traitorous bastard through. “So, ye didna’ tell them where to find her fer a purse, but because ye’re a coward.”

“I was a fool. I did not—”

“Ye would defend yerself in this?” Rob snapped his hand outward, closing his fingers around Asher’s neck. “Nothin’ ye say
can justify what ye did to her. Ye led those who would kill her straight to her door!”

Asher gagged and turned a deep shade of crimson when Rob used the wall to anchor him off the ground. The captain kicked his
feet and clutched at the steely fingers crushing his pipes. “Yes, I… did it, and I have had to live… with… MacGregor, please
I beg you, let me… let me seek her forgiveness first.”

“Ye dinna’ deserve it!” Rob roared in his face, now level with his own.

“Rob! Let him go!”

The order came from Davina, standing at the now open door, both arms stiff at her sides, a pool of unshed tears shimmering
against the firelight. Finn was behind her and stepped around her to enter the chambers first, his eyes fixed on the man losing
consciousness in Rob’s hand.

“Let him go, Rob,” she demanded again, but still she did not move from the entrance.

Rob didn’t know how much she’d heard, but seeing her, seeing the anguish in her innocent face, tempted him to snatch the last
breath from Asher’s body. Nae, he would not have her see him do it. As much as he wanted to, he knew she would never forget
such a sight.

Releasing the captain, he turned to her. Hell, he didn’t want her to find out this way. “Davina, listen to me—”

But when she finally moved away from the door, she went directly to Asher. “Seek my forgiveness for what, Edward?”

Though he’d just faced death at the hands of an enraged warrior, ’twas a slight, trembling lass who caused the captain to
come undone. “It was my fault,” he confessed, holding one hand around his throat and the other over his face. “I told them
where to find you.” He sobbed, unable to look at her.

Rob couldn’t tear his eyes away from her. He wanted to go to her, to pull her away from the truth he knew was rending her
heart in two. The only man ever to win her trust had betrayed her.

“You told them where to find me?” she echoed on a broken breath and sank to her knees in front of her closest friend. “Why?”

“It was before I knew you.” Asher’s hand fell away from his face and his rueful gaze met hers. “I hadn’t fallen in love with
you yet. I—”

Her palm cracked across his face with enough force to split his lip. “Everyone died because of you!” she screamed, her voice
so ridden with sorrow that Finn almost reached her before Rob did.

“Come away with ye, now, my love,” Rob whispered against her temple as he scooped her up in his arms. She did not weep against
him, but continued to stare at Asher with disbelieving eyes as Rob carried her to the door. Somehow, her silence tore at his
heart more than her tears. He wondered how she would ever trust anyone again.

“He’s no’ to be let oot of this room,” Rob told Finn before he left the chambers. “I will return in the mornin’.”

“You can put me down,” Davina said quietly when they stepped into the hall and Finn shut the door after them.

“Nae, lass, I want to hold ye.” Rob pulled her closer and closed his eyes when her tears began.

They did not end when, alerted by Davina’s scream a few moments earlier, Will, Jamie, and Maggie came running up the stairs.

“What happened?” Maggie rushed forward when she saw Davina cradled in her nephew’s arms.

“Finn will tell ye. He’s in Asher’s chambers.” Rob’s jaw grew tight while Davina did her best to muffle her heartrending sobs
in his plaid.

“Poor gel,” his aunt cooed, stretching her arm to stroke Davina’s head. “Whatever ’tis cannot be that terrible.” When Davina
did not look up, Maggie gave Rob a concerned look. “Ye’ll tell me later what happened. Bring her to her room now. I’ll follow
ye and stay with her tonight.”

“Nae, she’s stayin’ with me.” The flat pitch of Rob’s voice left no room for argument. He didn’t wait for one either way,
but turned his smoldering gaze to Will. “Asher is yers fer the evenin’. Do what ye will. I’ll finish it on the morrow.”

Will’s eyes lingered on Davina’s face buried in Rob’s shoulder. His features hardened and he nodded before he left them, furious
with the man who made her weep and fixing to punish him for it.

Maggie’s small hand on Rob’s arm stopped him when he moved to leave. “Robbie, she is the king’s daughter.”

’Twas easy to ignore the warning plea in her soft gaze. Rob had decided before he’d brought Davina here what he thought of
her father. His mind was set, and now more than ever, he knew he would never let the king take her from him.

“The king gave up his claim on her long ago. She is mine now.”

He didn’t care what his aunt said next. He didn’t care what his father would say when he returned home or how many armies
came against him. He would fight for her. He would die for her.

He carried her to his room, his bed, where he wanted her to sleep each night and wake up safely in his arms.

“Don’t leave me,” she wept, clinging to his neck when he bent to lay her on the mattress.

“I never will,” he promised, lying down beside her and pulling her into his embrace.

Her tears came hard and long into the night, tugging at the deepest fibers of Rob’s heart. He didn’t know what to say to comfort
her, so he remained silent, stroking her hair and keeping her close. She’d lost everything in the massacre at St. Christopher’s,
but she’d kept her pain within, along with her secrets. Tonight though, the arrow of grief finally punctured her armor and
all he could do was hold her as the river spilled forth.

“They were my family,” she whispered, finally pausing, her voice barely audible against his neck. She shook her head at the
memories that were too painful to remember, but were always there nonetheless. “I could hear the sisters’ screams coming from
the chapel and I could not get outside to save them.”

Rob kissed the top of her head and felt his own eyes sting from the torment brought upon her by a man who claimed to love
her.

“I prayed for Edward to live. I prayed so hard. I loved him and his men as if they were my brothers. How could he have done
this terrible thing?”

“I dinna’ know, my love.”

Her body relaxed in his arms and she nuzzled her face deeper into his neck. His muscles reacted, tightening with the need
to taste her mouth, her tears, her pain, and take it upon himself. God help him, he had never loved anyone or anything as
much as he loved her. The realization did not shock him, for he’d known for some time that she had claimed his heart. But
it frightened him to think what he was willing to give up for her. And how could he tell her now that Asher had proven that
love could not be trusted?

She shifted slightly, molding her soft curves to his hard ones and muddling his thoughts until only desire remained. He kissed
her temple, murmuring soothing promises he prayed she could believe. When she angled her face, he traced kisses along her
brow, her wet eyelids, her cheeks. Her lips parted and her warm breath fell upon his chin.

“Rob,” she whispered, her voice aching with a longing as strong as his own. He dipped his mouth to hers and met the sweet
ardor of her waiting lips.

He did not crush her to him to satisfy the physical need raging within him, though it cost him every ounce of self-control
he possessed, but spread his fingers over her face, then behind her nape, softly, slowly, drawing her to him as his tongue
stole inside her mouth. She tasted like fine wine and warm tears, and he kissed her like a parched wanderer who had discovered
his oasis.

He wanted to taste every inch of her, to quench his hunger on the firm tips of her breasts, the quivering velvet of her belly,
and beyond. He wanted to look down at her beautiful face while he claimed her body, and more, her heart.

But he could not do it this way, not when her heart was so broken. Not when the trust she had guarded so diligently had just
been tossed at her feet, used and forsaken. He would do whatever it took to bring it back to life, and prove, however he had
to, that he would treasure it. So he withdrew from the sweet, hungry lips that thirsted for him, as well.

“D’ye know how much ye mean to me, Davina?” he asked her, and looking deeply into her eyes, he couldn’t help smiling.

Their arms entangled, touching each other’s faces, she smiled back at him. “Yes, I do.”

How could she not doubt him after the man she’d believed in for four years proved false? But this was who she was, a forgiving,
guileless angel spun from the harp strings of heaven.

“Ye have the kind of courage men pray fer on the battlefield. Yer cousin Claire is goin’ to love ye.”

“Tell me what kind of man is he who loves her?” she asked him, her tears finally ceasing.

“Graham Grant is a patient man,” he told her, washed in her warm breath, completely lost in the glimmering blue of her eyes.
“He’s clever and convincin’, and has nae trouble at all bendin’ his wife’s strong will to his.”

“And him?” Her smile softened while she traced her fingertips over his lips. “Is he stubborn, as well?”

“No’ with her. With her, he bends like the heather on the hills.”

“I think I’m going to like him.”

“Ye will no’ be alone. Most of the lasses here do. But he is loyal to his wife and loves her alone.”

“It is what I have always wanted,” she said on a wistful, hollow sigh. “Claire’s life… Maggie’s… and, if your father is anything
at all like you, your mother’s.”

Rob wanted it too. He hadn’t before, not with any of the lasses at Camlochlin. “’Tis a good life. A complete one.” he said,
thinking of his father. “But ye could be queen.”

“I think I would rather be a servant.”

Rob thought of the veil that had covered her glorious mantle at Courlochcraig. Rather than enter a battle he was doomed to
lose, he’d let himself forget God’s claim on her. But now, knowing who she really was, he questioned if there was any true
claim at all.

“Would ye have defied yer faither fer God?”

“I would defy the world for God,” she told him. “But I would not have had to defy my father. I’ve always known who I was and
what was to become of me. My father left documents with the Reverend Mother at the time of my delivery, decreeing that should
he produce a son after me, I was to be given to God. What no one else in the world knows, save for myself, the Abbess who
raised me, and now you, is that if he ever became king with no male heirs, he would openly appoint that title to me. He would
wait a full year after his coronation, and if after that time, he still had no sons, I was to be returned to him and prepared
for marriage to a man of his choosing.” She looked up into Rob’s solemn gaze and laid bare her heart for his eyes alone. “I
don’t want to be surrounded by people who smile at me while they plan my demise. I don’t even know my true sisters, Mary and
Anne, but I know we will have nothing in common, save for loveless marriages.” Fresh tears spilled over her lashes and she
swiped them away. “Now that my father is king, my destiny looms before my eyes, Rob. If only I had known him… if, for even
one day, I had felt his love for me I don’t think my duty to him would feel so bleak.”

Rob’s heart twisted in his chest. Her duty. How could he of all people blame her for doing what she was born to do? How would
he ever let her go if she chose her duty over him?