Page 106 of The Highlander Steals a Virgin
The man fell, gargling on his own breath.
Only one left now.
The third man was breathing heavily, blood from Rhys’s earlier cut soaking his tunic. But he still had a blade, and Rhys wasn’t foolish enough to underestimate a cornered wolf.
They circled each other slowly.
Rhys’s side throbbed from the cut he’d taken, warm blood seeping down beneath his tunic. But adrenaline overrode the pain.
“Ye ken who I am?” Rhys asked, his voice low and calm.
The man didn’t respond.
“I asked ye a question.” He advanced a step. “Who sent ye?”
Still silence.
Rhys faked left, then struck hard from the right. The man blocked just in time, but stumbled from the force.
Rhys pressed.
“You’re nae Murdoch’s men. Too clean,” he grunted, dodging another swing. “Too cowardly, too quiet. Ye werenae followin’ us. So how’d ye ken where we’d be?”
The man said nothing, but the flicker in his gaze told Rhys he was right.
“Ye were waitin’.”
Still nothing.
Rhys slashed, slicing the man’s sword hand just deep enough to make him cry out. The blade fell from his grasp, and Rhys kicked it away.
He had him now.
“Speak. Or I start takin’ bits,” Rhys warned, pressing the tip of his sword to the man’s chest.
The stranger’s breath wheezed. Then finally, “Oi, we kent yes was comin’.”
Rhys narrowed his eyes. “We?”
The man smirked, bloody teeth flashing. “Ye’ll find out soon enough.”
That was all he got.
Rhys drove the blade forward. Quick and clean. The man stiffened, gasped, then went still.
Silence fell again.
But this time, it was different.
Colder.
Rhys stood over the bodies, chest heaving, blood warm on his side and hand.
We kent yes was comin’? Who?
This obviously wasn’t a random ambush. This had been planned.
AndAmara— his eyes connected with the main entryway of the Castle — she was still inside.
