Page 35 of The Devil in Plaid
She had stood on the battlements of her people’s castle and aided warriors.
Now, a new battle was being waged—one against her body—but her courage would not fail her. Jamie MacLeod needed to know that she would not submit to his cruelty. She would fight him to her last breath if need be.
Ahead of her, Julia swung a door wide. Fiona stepped inside and almost lost every ounce of courage she possessed.
Everything about Laird MacLeod’s chambers screamed at her like a battle cry. Tapestries depicting bloody battles lined the walls. Her eyes scanned over the decapitated heads and bodies skewered on tall pikes. A massive four poster bed was carved from dark oak. Blood-red velvet curtains hung from the cross posters and fluttered in the breeze from the open casement, the fabric fluttering like licking flames.
She turned away from the bed toward the massive hearth and gasped, stumbling back. Fanged demons were carved into the mantle and up both sides of the hearth. More tortured, demonic faces stared up at her from the hearth bed, their mouths straining wide as if they were being burned alive. She scurried away, tripping over the black pelt of a massive wolf. Her gaze scanned the floors. Animal pelts were scattered across the stones. In her mind, their eye’s opened, locking with Fiona’s gaze. “Run,” they seemed to scream at her. “Run!”
She had to get out of there!
She turned and reached for the door. With a desperate cry, she flung it open only to stumble back an instant later.
Jamie MacLeod’s massive frame filled the doorway.
“Going somewhere?” he sneered.
