supposed in this case they most certainly did, but still, he was a stranger. Yet it felt as if the light and heat went out of the room when he left it. Perhaps it was because heâd rescued her. Perhaps it was because he was the tallest, handsomest man sheâd ever seen. Perhaps it was the fact that heâd saved her from a fate almost worse than death: If she were at Dundrummie at this very moment, she would be reciting the wedding vows that would bind her for life to the Marquess of Merridew. Iain MacGillivray had given her a reprieve from that. She felt gratitude bloom in her breast.
Annie laid a wrinkled hand on Alannaâs cheek. âYouâre flushed like a summer rose. I feared you were fevered, but youâre not.â The old woman glanced after Iain, her eyes speculative. Alanna lowered her gaze.
âIâm well, I think, except for my leg.â
Annie moved the tattered edges of her skirt away.
Janet gasped at the sight of her injuries, and Seonag made a sound of pity. Fiona pointed. âThatâs Iainâs handkerchief!â she said in a half whisper. âThe one I embroidered with his initials last Christmas.â
Annie cackled. âPerhaps we neednât have sent him out after all. I trust he was the one that bandaged you up in the first place?â
Alanna felt more fiery blood fill her cheeks. She pictured his naked body in the firelight, the sensation of his strong hands on her leg, the way heâd held her on the horse, the ease with which he lifted her, carried her. She kept her eyes on her leg. âYes, he was the one who bandaged it,â she said. âIs it as bad as it looks?â
Annie probed carefully and squinted before replying. âSprained and swollen, bruised and scratched too, but not broken. No wonder Iain was carrying you about the way he was. Heâll be carrying you for a few days more.â
âOh, no, Iâm sure that wonât be necessary. I can manage,â Alanna said. âI really canât stay here for so long as that. I am grateful for your kindness, but I must get home.â
âWhereâs that?â Annie demanded as she poured hot water into a bowl and added a handful of herbs. She mixed them with her hands.
âGlenlorneâÂwell, Dundrummie,â Alanna said. She suddenly wanted nothing more than to go home to her brother, and Muira, and the Âpeople she lovedâÂnot that she didnât love her mother, or her aunt Eleanor, but she decidedly did not love the Marquess of Merridew. She felt fresh tears sting her eyes.
âOch, lass, donât cry. Youâll be fine. We may be strangers now, but weâre good, kind folk, and Iain . . . well, thereâs no better man than Iain,â Seonag soothed, laying a reassuring hand on Alannaâs shoulder.
Annie spread the warm poultice on Alannaâs knee, her fingers gentle. The strong summer smell of the herbs filled the air, another reminder of home. âYouâll need to stay put,â Annie said firmly, but not unkindly. âYou mentioned a healer named MuiraâÂIâve no doubt at all that sheâd tell you the same.â
âWhat of the Laird of Craigleith?â Alanna asked. âI should speak to him, ask his permissionâÂâ
Annie looked surprised, and Seonag chuckled.
âBut Iain is the Laird of Craigleith. Did he not introduce himself properly?â Annie asked.
âWe did notâÂtalkâÂvery much.â Alanna swallowed, and Annie cackled again.
âMy brother is also the Earl of Purbrick in England . . . well, heâs going to be. The old earl was our great-Âuncle, and he died this past autumn. Iain will go to England in the spring and take up his duties there,â Fiona said.
An earl? Alanna swallowed. And sheâd imagined him to be a tacksman or a stable hand. She should have known of course, by the confidence in his eyes, the innate
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