Untamed Highlander

SEVEN

Isla walked the perimeter of the bailey and seethed. How could she have allowed herself to become so agitated in front of so many? She had worked decades to be able to hide every emotion only to have everything shredded with just a few words.

Something had changed, and she didn’t like it. She had endured as long as she had by surviving on her wits and ability to hide her feelings. All of that was ruined if she couldn’t control herself around these Warriors.

Isla paused and leaned against the stone wall. It was then she noticed the sky above her. Her breath rushed past her lips as she realized she could stay out in the sunshine for as long as she wanted.

Deirdre had liked to keep Isla deep in the mountain away from the sun and fresh air that mies thrived on. Isla had fought her need to escape Cairn Toul many times. As a drough, she shouldn’t crave light.

“It takes some getting used to.”

Isla’s heart jumped at the sound of Broc’s voice. She hadn’t heard him approach. He must have flown. Those wings of his did come in handy. “What takes getting used to?”

“The freedom. The absence of evil. Deirdre’s hold.”

“Ah, but I have none of those things. I’m still drough. That evil will always be in me.”

Broc clasped his hands behind his back and shrugged. “I think there’s an argument that you aren’t drough.”

Isla didn’t want to have this conversation. Not now. Not ever. “May I leave the castle?”

“Why?”

“I would like to see the sea.”

Broc started to answer her when the castle door opened and Cara leaned her head out. “It’s time for supper. Hurry before Galen eats it all,” she said with a grin.

Broc rolled his eyes and turned on his heel. “Are you coming?” he asked over his shoulder.

Surprisingly, Isla found that she was hungry again. She pushed off the wall and started to follow Broc when movement out of the corner of her eye caught her attention. On the battlements were two Warriors watching her. Hayden and another man with brown hair. So, the MacLeods must not trust her, not that she could blame them.

Which meant she would probably not be allowed to leave the castle. She could if she wanted to use her magic, and she would if they continued to hold her against her will. They had until nightfall. After that, she was gone.

Isla didn’t know what she expected when she returned to the hall, but it wasn’t to see the great and feared Warriors laughing and talking while food was being passed around.

It was so different than Deirdre’s Warriors who gorged themselves, acting more like animals instead of the men they were.

“You look surprised,” Quinn said as he walked from the kitchens, a pitcher in his hands.

“I am,” Isla said.

Quinn studied the group a moment. “It’s not the same hall I grew up in, but these men and women are my family now, my clan.”

“After everything that has happened to you, how can you be so pleased with your life?”

“A good woman’s love can change even the angriest of men,” he said with an easy grin. “And I had my brothers. I grew tired of holding all that rage. It was exhausting. Love, on the other hand, can give you strength when you think you have no more, and hope when there is none.”

Isla turned her head to find his pale green eyes watching her. “And your god? Your immortality?”

He blew out a breath. “I battle with the knowledge that if my god cannot be bound once more that I will one day bury my wife. Every time I think of it my stomach sours, but one day with Marcail is worth more than never having her.”

“I never expected such words from you, Quinn. Your brothers maybe, but not you.”

Quinn chuckled. “I’m not the same man I was. I let go of the past. You might want to try that.”

“Enough talking,” Larena said with a wink as she came toward them.

Isla watched with awe and a little jealousy at the way Larena walked with such confidence. Not even being in a tunic and breeches seemed to daunt Larena, or anyone at the castle for that matter.

The female Warrior stopped and smiled down at Isla. Larena was stunning with her golden hair and smoky blue eyes. Combined with her long legs encased in the tight fitting breeches, it was no wonder Fallon couldn’t take his eyes off his elegant wife.

“I don’t think we’ve been properly introduced. I’m Larena MacLeod.”

Isla nodded. “Fallon’s wife. Aye, I heard Deirdre speak your name many times over the past few months. I applaud you for eluding her. She was eager to have you on her side.”

Larena rolled her eyes. “Deirdre always wants what isn’t hers. And though I would love to take the credit for evading her, I had help. Now come and sit. There’s plenty of room. Just elbow the men out of the way.”

Isla didn’t want to sit. She couldn’t remember the last time she had shared a meal with anyone. Trepidation filled her. Maybe she should have declined the invitation to join them.

She stared at the two tables placed together to make one long one. There was one chair at the head of the table that Fallon reclined in, a smile on his face as he listened to something Lucan said.

Cara placed loaves of bread at various spots on the table, and Galen was quick to grab one which he kept all to himself. Cara shook her head with a smile and motioned to the empty space beside Galen. “Isla, you can sit here.”

Isla stepped over the bench and sank down beside Galen. He was deep in conversation with Ramsey, who sat across from him. Across from Isla sat Marcail and on Marcail’s right was Quinn.

Cara sat beside Isla with a sigh. “We’re going to need to add more tables if any more Warriors arrive.”

Marcail nodded. “Or Druids.”

Isla sat with her hands in her lap as the trenchers were passed around the table and everyone grabbed what they wanted. To her shock, Galen speared several slices of meat and put them on her plate.

“You need to eat,” he said by way of explanation.

After that, Isla took what she wanted. Conversation filled the hall, easing her muscles and lightening her mood. The food was delicious, but it was everything else that made her long for her village and the laughter she used to share around her family’s table.

Quinn had suggested she let go of the past, but if she did what would she have? Nothing.

“Isla,” Fallon called. “Is Galen keeping his fingers from your trencher? He has a habit of stealing food.”

Galen grunted as he finished drinking and set down his goblet. “I doona take food from a lady, Fallon. However, if she’s full, I’ll be more than happy to finish her meal.”

Everyone laughed, and Isla found herself grinning as well. When was the last time she smiled, truly smiled? And then her gaze clashed with eyes as black as midnight. Her heart skipped a beat as she returned Hayden’s stare, lost in the darkness of his gaze.

She had the insane urge to go to him, to sit beside him and … what? What did she want him to do?

Too many things. None of which I can allow.

It was only when Logan nudged him that Hayden looked away from her. Isla didn’t understand the disappointment that rose within her. Hayden was a dangerous man, a reckless Warrior. She needed to stay as far away from him as she could.

Why then did she find she wanted to be near him?

She looked down at her trencher to see she had eaten nearly everything. For a few heartbeats, she had forgotten who she was and where she had been. She had lived in the moment, and it had been glorious.

“Hayden willna hurt you,” Galen leaned over and whispered.

She looked into Galen’s dark blue eyes and saw his sincerity. “I do not fear Hayden or any Warrior.”

He smiled and nodded. “Nay, I doona believe you do. Does it bother you that Hayden watches you?”

“I gather he doesn’t trust me.”

Galen shrugged and bit into the bread. “It goes deeper than that. He doesna care for droughs.”

“I hadn’t noticed,” she replied with sarcasm.

Galen laughed, causing many to look their way. “You have wit, Isla. I don’t think you should keep it all bottled inside you. Listen to what the MacLeods have to say. We can help.”

If only that were the truth.

All too soon the meal was over. The men rose and left the hall while the MacLeod brothers and a few Warriors remained.

Isla helped the women clear the table. The act of cleaning was not one she had done in ages, but she had never minded it. She and her sister had shared many a good time of washing clothes or the dishes.

With five of them cleaning it didn’t take long before it was finished. Isla was going to return to her chamber to get ready to leave, but when she entered the hall, Quinn called her over.

The brothers hadn’t moved from their seats at the table, and their wives resumed their places beside their husbands. Broc, Sonya, and Galen were also present.

“We’d like to speak with you some more,” Lucan said. “Would you please sit with us?”

A few more moments wouldn’t matter. Besides, she was curious as to what they would say to her. “All right,” Isla said as she lowered herself onto the bench.

She lifted her gaze to the stairwell and the open wall of the corridor above. A man stood there. A man with obsidian eyes and fair hair. A man who watched her constantly.

Somehow, she was glad to know Hayden was there, even if he didn’t like what she was. It was odd, and she couldn’t explain it, but there it was.

“First,” Fallon said and leaned his forearms on the table, “I wanted to apologize for letting the others know what Galen discovered when he read your mind. But please understand he didn’t do it maliciously.”

Galen shook his head. “I already told her I did it because we needed to know why she fought Sonya’s healing. I told them she was tortured, but I didn’t tell them specifics.”

“I fought the healing because I wanted and needed to stay weak,” Isla said. She was relieved to know Galen hadn’t seen everything, or if he did, he wisely kept it to himself.

Cara nodded. “To fight against Deirdre’s hold.”

Quinn blew out a breath. “Finding you has given us an advantage over Deirdre. You know so much, Isla. You could help us fight her.”

“And I would,” she told them. “If I’d had a choice, I would never have stayed with Deirdre, never have become drough, and I would have helped you. But I will be more of a hindrance than anything else.”

“You mentioned artifacts,” Fallon said. “Are you sure of what you heard?”

“Of course,” she replied. “I would not lie.”

Sonya raised her fiery brows. “Then why haven’t you told us where to locate it?”

Isla turned to the mie and held her gaze for several long moments before she looked back at Fallon, dismissing Sonya from her mind. “I don’t have an exact location, but an area. It is with a group of Druids so it shouldn’t be too difficult to find.”

“And you’ll share that with us? Freely?” Lucan asked.

Isla almost smiled. She had shocked them. Good. “All that I ask is that once I give you the information I’m allowed to leave.”

Marcail frowned. “But you aren’t a prisoner.”

Isla lifted a shoulder. “I would disagree. I’m healing and my magic is strong again. I can force my way out of the castle, but I’d rather not. You are everyone’s only hope of ending Deirdre for good, and I don’t wish to harm any of you.”

“I believe Isla speaks the truth,” Galen said.

Broc folded his arms over his chest. “As do I.”

After a nod from both Quinn and Lucan, Fallon said, “Give us as much detail as you can. There’s no reason for us not to investigate this. If it’s real and we reach it before Deirdre, we’ll be that much stronger against her.”

“Tell me one thing,” Lucan said. “Why haven’t you gotten the artifact yourself?”

“I had to guard myself constantly with Deirdre. She didn’t allow me outside the mountain unless I was carrying out her orders, and most of those times she was in control of my mind. When would I have had time to find the Druids and convince them to give me the artifact?”

Lucan grunted. “True enough.”

“The Druids are deep in the mountains,” Isla answered Fallon. “Near Loch Awe in the region of Argyll. The last I heard, they had made their home in one of the dense forests.”

Galen ran a hand down his face. “It’ll take days to search around the loch.”

“Not if I go,” Broc said.

Isla knew it would take Broc no time to find the Druids. After all, his power from the god inside him was to track down anyone, anywhere. It was a power Deirdre had used often.

“Nay,” Lucan said. “I think I have somewhere else we could use you.”

Broc clenched his jaw. “More important than finding these Druids so they can tell us where the artifact is?”

Lucan nodded, a slow smile pulling at his lips. “I think you’ll like this better.”

“I doubt it. What is it?”

“Aye,” Quinn said. “Tell all of us, brother.”

Lucan threw a piece of bread at Quinn who ducked to avoid it. “Because there’s no way of knowing if the Druids will even give us the artifact, I think we might be better using your talents to track down the one person we need to locate, Broc.”

“Deirdre,” Larena whispered, as if the realization just came to her.

Lucan nodded. “Aye. Are you up for it, Broc?”

“You know I am,” Broc replied, his lips twisted in a snarl.

“Good. Verra good,” Fallon said. “And good thinking on finding Deirdre, Lucan.”

Isla licked her lips and looked at Broc. “You might find it more difficult to find Deirdre than you expect. She won’t have a body, not yet anyway. You’ll have to search for her essence.”

Broc stood and glanced at Sonya. “I’ll find her. I’ll leave now.”

“Wait,” Quinn said. “We need to discuss this with the others as well. They should know what we plan.”

Isla didn’t think she could be more surprised by the MacLeod brothers, but the longer she was in the castle, the more they astonished her.

“I’ll go after the Druids and the artifact,” Galen said.

Fallon gave a slow nod. “I want at least one other Warrior with you.”

The men then rose and started out of the castle. Isla raised her gaze to search for Hayden, but he was gone as well. Which left Isla alone with the women.

“We’d like to talk to you a moment,” Marcail said. “We want to help.”

“There’s nothing you can do,” Isla said. “I’ve already told you that.”

Larena leaned forward in her chair. “Maybe there is.”

“How?”

Cara shifted around so that she faced Isla. “We were talking as we finished cooking. What if one of the artifacts can, in some way, sever the link Deirdre has with you? Sonya told us they are very powerful.”

It was too heady of a proposition for Isla to even consider. “Deirdre never mentioned anything.”

“Why would she?” Sonya asked. “It was to Deirdre’s benefit to know you would always be under her control one way or another. If any of the relics can hinder Deirdre’s magic, why couldn’t it sever her link with you as well?”

It was true, and Isla hated it. “I only know of the one artifact. That won’t do us any good.”

“Unless we learn of others,” Larena said. “You’ve helped us, Isla. Give us a chance to help you.”

She looked at each one. “Why are you doing this? You don’t know me.”

“Because you didn’t harm us when you could have,” Marcail said. “I watched you while I was in the Pit. I knew you didn’t want to be there.”

Isla folded her hands in her lap and tried to calm herself and the hope growing inside her. “I didn’t harm you, but I didn’t help either.”

“Would you have?” Larena asked. “If we hadn’t shown up? Would you have helped Quinn?”

Isla slowly shook her head. “I wouldn’t chance my sister or niece being harmed.”

Cara glanced at the others. “And now? Would you help us?”

Isla knew it was time to make a decision, one that could do more harm than good. But the thought of being rid of Deirdre controlling her was one she couldn’t ignore or pass up.

“I will help you.”