Ravished by a Highlander by Paula Quinn

Admiral Gilles is the
     one guilty of the slaughter of my sisters. But if you mean to question me more than you already have about
why
the Abbey was attacked, my answer will be the same.”
    There was nothing amiable in Rob’s slow smile before he turned his attention back to Edward and waited.
    “I met the Admiral only once,” Edward told him, “and then prayed I never would again. He is merciless… and determined.”
    “Why do these men want her dead?”
    Edward shook his head and averted his gaze when Rob moved around the table toward him. “I don’t know.”
    “Ye think me a fool to believe that, Asher?”
    “No,” Edward sighed deeply in his seat and set his sorrowful gaze on Davina. “But I risk her life by telling you, and I will
     not do that. I will tell you this though: we cannot remain here. He
will
find her.”
    “Edward,” Davina told him softly, covering his hand with hers as if he were the one who needed comfort from the truth. “There
     is nowhere else to go.”
    The Refectory grew silent, save for the soft footfalls of four young sisters who had come to tend to the captain. Davina thought
     she heard Rob swear a muttered oath that was surely going to earn him penance under the Reverend Mother’s watchful eye later.
     She turned to him, still on her knees, and found him scowling worse than when he first saw her in her veil.
    That is, until he looked at her and his taut, dark features went a bit soft. “Aye, there is.”
    She knew instantly where he meant to take her, and part of her wanted to go. The Isle of Skye. Mayhap, if its name counted
     for anything, it existed in the heavens—a place this terrible Admiral Gilles would never dare go. But could Robert MacGregor
     be trusted with her life? He’d let her believe Edward was dead. Then again, Edward had told them he was down and Davina couldn’t
     really blame Rob for not checking before they raced away from St. Christopher’s. No, he was not in league with her enemies,
     and thinking on all he had done for her so far made her feel foolish for considering it.
    “I will not put your home in danger,” she said calmly, though refusing the aid of such a man as he was among the most difficult
     things she had ever had to do. Wishing he could remain with her at Courlochcraig while knowing in her heart that there could
     never be anything between them was one thing; living with him on his own land, in his care for as long as she needed to be
     was another. “I refuse to…”
    “Will.” He turned to his cousin as if she hadn’t spoken. “Fetch the lads; we’re goin’ home.”
    “Tonight?” Davina sprang to her feet, casting Edward a nervous glance. “Even if I agree to this, Captain Asher cannot travel
     again so soon.”
    “Ye have nae say in it,” Rob said brusquely, meeting her gaze for just a moment—and a moment was all it took to convince her
     that arguing would be fruitless. “I’ve nae intention on makin’ Captain Asher travel tonight. When he is able, he can return
     to England and—”
    “Return to England alone?” she cut him off, her eyes wide with disbelief.
    “Aye.” Rob nodded, already seeking out the Abbess’s attention. “We’ll need provisions,” he began with a pitch in his voice
     that demanded obedience. “Anything ye can spare will be appreciated. Also, do any of yer sisters have an extra kirtle the
     lass could wear fer the journey? Gilles is lookin’ fer a novice and she’ll stand oot less to anyone we encounter on the road
     withoot her robes.” He cut his gaze to Davina next. “That will have to stay here too.” He pointed to her veil.
    Still reeling at the idea that he intended for Edward to remain behind, Davina missed the satisfaction in the slight curl
     of his lips when he spoke of her veil.
    “I’m not leaving without Captain Asher.” She squared her shoulders and tilted her jaw to appear less intimidated when Rob
     stared at her. She liked that he could make quick decisions