Page 19 of A Healer for the Ruthless Highlander
“I believe I’ve given ye an order, Miss Beaton,” he grunted, trying to remain calm as he turned to her.
But she ignored him. “Ye’ve given me plenty—nae that I care. In this situation,Imake the rules.”
Kenneth raised an eyebrow. The lass was obviously more than annoyed, but he was simply fascinated by her temper.
Where did she get such a temper?
“Do ye have any idea who ye’re talkin’ to?” he scolded, taking a step toward her.
He was tall, much taller than her, but she just looked up at him and squared her shoulders.
“Aye. An injured patient who refuses treatment,” she fired back, her blue eyes flashing with defiance.
Kenneth didn’t know whether to laugh or scold her for her impertinence, though he found it attractive.
Somehow, he was fascinated by the way she challenged him. “Ye’re nae goin’ to stop insistin’ on this, are ye?”
“Nae until ye let me take the arrow out of yer shoulder,” Leana declared.
“In that case, come with me,” Kenneth ordered, fed up with the argument. He turned and started to walk away.
Leana hurried to keep up with him. “Where are we goin’?” she demanded.
For a moment, Kenneth hesitated about giving her the pleasure of an answer. But he knew she would not stop insisting.
“To me quarters,” he finally said, looking at her to gauge her reaction.
To his amusement, her stubborn facade cracked. Her cheeks flushed slightly, and she frowned.
“Let’s get this over with once and for all,” he muttered, letting the shadows swallow him up.
CHAPTER 8
Little by little,the color in Leana’s cheeks went from a soft pink to a deep red.
If this man thinks I’m just goin’ to do whatever he wants, he doesnae ken Leana Beaton very well.
Assertive as always, she turned away as she rounded the corner, leaving Kenneth to walk alone. Fortunately, a maid was just heading in her direction, so she beckoned to her.
“I need ye to take me to the surgery,” she ordered.
The maid gasped. “L-Lass?”
“Quickly, please,” Leana pressed. “I need medicine to treat the Laird.”
Her order, coupled with the fact that the Laird was involved, prompted the maid to nod once and set off at a run to get her to the surgery.
Leana heard Kenneth’s voice behind them. He sounded uncertain at first, but then he seemed to issue an order.
Again, she ignored him.
“Ye just keep goin’,” she ordered the maid, who had hesitated when she heard her master shout.
It was not long before they reached a large room where all sorts of supplies and materials were neatly arranged among bookshelves, drawers, and wooden tables.
The room was filled with a strong aroma—a mixture of the many herbs and preparations stored in there. It made Leana feel strangely at home, for her father had a room like this in the castle he served in.
She did not like to visit him there, for she tried to stay away from their Laird whenever she could. Plus, the scent of herbs and medicines clung to her father’s clothes and hands.
