Page 68 of The Plight of a Scottish Lass
Raghnall laughed. “You stupid cow. The bitch who wouldn’t die. Who keeps saving you? Tell me and I’ll have his heart cut out.”
“Where is Alana?”
“I’ll never tell you. She’s mine to do with as I wish. She’ll service me well in a few years.”
Tamsin’s hands shook, the dampness settling in, something she had expected. And as soon as it started, she had vowed to act, or she would surely lose her advantage. The first step was to remove her mantle, which she did, dropping it to the floor.
Raghnall reached for his tunic and went to put it over his head, giving her a perfect target. Just as she’d practiced over and over again, she whipped out her bow, grabbed an arrow, aimed and fired, catching him exactly where she aimed.
She’d taken her husband completely by surprise.
The arrow embedded in the flesh of his groin, between his private parts and his leg. He bellowed, collapsed to the ground, landing hard, his tunic falling to the side.
She spun around and locked the door to keep Odart from entering, taking the key and putting it in her mantle that was now on the floor. Her husband lay there, his hands on the arrow, trying to pull it out, but he screamed as loud as a banshee.
“Husband, you scream like a lass.”
“Take it out, Tamsin. You put it there. I’ll have you hanged for this. Take the arrow out. I’m bleeding. There is blood all over my hands now.” He slid himself closer to the bed, grabbingthe covers to wipe the blood from his hands, but the wound continued to bleed. “Help me. I’m ordering you to remove this or I’ll kill you, Tamsin.”
She strode over and said, “You’ve already tried that twice. Now, where is Alana?”
“Dead. She’s dead. I killed her.”
She lost all sense of reason and did the unthinkable. Recalling Dyna’s words, she kicked him in his bollocks. He grabbed his privates and turned his head, vomiting all over his legs.
An anger overtook her. She moved to kick him again, but he held his hands up and said, “Enough. She’s alive.”
“Where?”
He ground out, “You’ll never find her.”
“Where?” She placed her foot on his sac and pressed down.
Raghnall screamed and passed out.
Where the hell was Alana?
She had to be in one of the buildings. Taking the key out to open the door, she wasn’t surprised to find Odart standing there, looking guilty.
Tamsin took a step back, allowing Odart to look in at Raghnall.
Odart paled and held his hands up. “I’ll do whatever you wish, my lady.”
“Take me to Alana.”
Chapter Forty
Thane
When Thane learned Tamsin was missing, it was as if someone had kicked him in the gut, then spun him around to do it again.
Mora had been undone, but he’d calmed her down. “It’s not your fault, Mora.”
Her breath hitching, she took his hand. “But I told her how to leave. I told her where the door was. And I told her about the back gate. And you’ll hate me forever because she’s the one for you, Thane. I’m sure of it. She’s going to melt your heart and in a verra good way. She’s going to make you understand that life is to be lived and not thrown away seeking vengeance for someone who doesn’t matter. She’s teaching you how to love.”
Nothing anyone had ever said to him had hit him as hard as his sister’s words. Because they were true. So true. Tamsin was changing him in so many ways that it scared the hell out of him.
He had to find her.
