Highlander's Redemption: The Sinclair Brothers Trilogy, Book Two by Emma Prince Page A
Authors: Emma Prince
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that he loomed over her
in the darkness. But instead of threatening her or simply throwing her over his
saddle and tearing off into the night, he spoke in a low voice, quiet enough
for only her to hear.
“Burke needs you,
lass.”
His words shook
her to the core. He was asking her to help them, to use her healing skills. He
believed in her ability to help Burke, and in her sense of duty to aid someone
who needed her.
Yet, she still
didn’t truly know these men. They had lied to her and deceived her. They were
clearly dangerous, and they presumably meant to wage war against the English,
based on what she had seen back at Dunbraes. And now they were fugitives,
fleeing from her brother and the English army in the dead of night. Would they
harm her? Would they use her against her brother and the English? Or could she
trust this kilted Highland warrior, who had kissed her with so much tenderness
and heat that she blushed at the mere memory?
He extended his
hand toward her. Reluctantly, she placed her hand inside his, and he swung her
up onto the saddle in front of him. He spurred his horse, and they were
charging north once again.
Chapter 15
The hours of
darkness and tense maneuvering through the woods blurred together. Jossalyn
felt her hold on alertness slipping as the exhaustion from a night in a bumpy
cart, another day on horseback riding back to Dunbraes, the battle there, and
now a long and frantic night of riding caught up to her.
By the time the
sky started to lighten with the first signs of dawn, she felt like she was
holding herself together by mere threads. Neither of her companions made a
sound or an indication that they, too, were exhausted, and injured as well, but
then again, they were hardened Highland warriors.
She had only made
her exhaustion worse by chewing on that fact for hours as they rode. Why had
they lied to her and deceived everyone back at Dunbraes village? How did they
know her brother? And perhaps biggest and most bewildering of all, why had they
taken her with them?
The sound of a
soft whistle from Garrick snapped her out of her tangled thoughts. He and Burke
both pulled their horses to a halt, and Garrick dismounted behind her. Burke
stayed in his saddle, though, and even in the bluish light of pre-dawn,
Jossalyn could make out a grimace on his normally smooth and congenial face.
Garrick went to
his side, and as Burke began to let himself slide from the saddle, Garrick
caught him and supported his weigh. Burke got his good leg under him, and was
able to stand upright as long as he put all of his weight on his left leg. Even
still, the wound must have been throbbing and aching terribly; it needed to be
properly tended to, and he was risking infection every minute that the wound
was open.
Without realizing
it, Jossalyn had slid from Garrick’s towering horse and was now in front of the
two men, her eyes tugging toward Burke’s leg. It was plain to see that blood
had already soaked through the makeshift bandages she had wrapped around the
wound. She pressed her lips together.
“This cannot wait.
I need to see to Burke’s leg,” she said softly, turning to Garrick.
He only nodded. He
didn’t even argue or insist that they had to keep going, which worried her. It
meant that he could see as clearly as she could that Burke was in trouble.
“We can rest here
for a few hours,” he said simply.
Jossalyn glanced
around the dimly lit forest. It looked the same to her eyes as the rest of the endless
woods through which they had been traveling for the last several hours, but
Garrick seemed to have chosen this place to stop. As if reading her thoughts,
he said, “There is a shelter just over there, and a large creek runs a little
way past it.”
He propped his
shoulder underneath Burke’s arm and turned toward a large rock outcropping
tucked in among the trees and underbrush. Jossalyn took the two horses’ reins
and followed.
For some reason,
she was expecting to find a
in the darkness. But instead of threatening her or simply throwing her over his
saddle and tearing off into the night, he spoke in a low voice, quiet enough
for only her to hear.
“Burke needs you,
lass.”
His words shook
her to the core. He was asking her to help them, to use her healing skills. He
believed in her ability to help Burke, and in her sense of duty to aid someone
who needed her.
Yet, she still
didn’t truly know these men. They had lied to her and deceived her. They were
clearly dangerous, and they presumably meant to wage war against the English,
based on what she had seen back at Dunbraes. And now they were fugitives,
fleeing from her brother and the English army in the dead of night. Would they
harm her? Would they use her against her brother and the English? Or could she
trust this kilted Highland warrior, who had kissed her with so much tenderness
and heat that she blushed at the mere memory?
He extended his
hand toward her. Reluctantly, she placed her hand inside his, and he swung her
up onto the saddle in front of him. He spurred his horse, and they were
charging north once again.
Chapter 15
The hours of
darkness and tense maneuvering through the woods blurred together. Jossalyn
felt her hold on alertness slipping as the exhaustion from a night in a bumpy
cart, another day on horseback riding back to Dunbraes, the battle there, and
now a long and frantic night of riding caught up to her.
By the time the
sky started to lighten with the first signs of dawn, she felt like she was
holding herself together by mere threads. Neither of her companions made a
sound or an indication that they, too, were exhausted, and injured as well, but
then again, they were hardened Highland warriors.
She had only made
her exhaustion worse by chewing on that fact for hours as they rode. Why had
they lied to her and deceived everyone back at Dunbraes village? How did they
know her brother? And perhaps biggest and most bewildering of all, why had they
taken her with them?
The sound of a
soft whistle from Garrick snapped her out of her tangled thoughts. He and Burke
both pulled their horses to a halt, and Garrick dismounted behind her. Burke
stayed in his saddle, though, and even in the bluish light of pre-dawn,
Jossalyn could make out a grimace on his normally smooth and congenial face.
Garrick went to
his side, and as Burke began to let himself slide from the saddle, Garrick
caught him and supported his weigh. Burke got his good leg under him, and was
able to stand upright as long as he put all of his weight on his left leg. Even
still, the wound must have been throbbing and aching terribly; it needed to be
properly tended to, and he was risking infection every minute that the wound
was open.
Without realizing
it, Jossalyn had slid from Garrick’s towering horse and was now in front of the
two men, her eyes tugging toward Burke’s leg. It was plain to see that blood
had already soaked through the makeshift bandages she had wrapped around the
wound. She pressed her lips together.
“This cannot wait.
I need to see to Burke’s leg,” she said softly, turning to Garrick.
He only nodded. He
didn’t even argue or insist that they had to keep going, which worried her. It
meant that he could see as clearly as she could that Burke was in trouble.
“We can rest here
for a few hours,” he said simply.
Jossalyn glanced
around the dimly lit forest. It looked the same to her eyes as the rest of the endless
woods through which they had been traveling for the last several hours, but
Garrick seemed to have chosen this place to stop. As if reading her thoughts,
he said, “There is a shelter just over there, and a large creek runs a little
way past it.”
He propped his
shoulder underneath Burke’s arm and turned toward a large rock outcropping
tucked in among the trees and underbrush. Jossalyn took the two horses’ reins
and followed.
For some reason,
she was expecting to find a
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