Page 48 of Draped in Plaid
I slid my gaze back toward Logan, who had beaten Steven bloody. His body lay limp, and Logan stared down at him with contempt.
I walked forward, all three of our enemies subdued.
“We need to leave,” I said. “We’ve dallied long enough.”
“We will take their horses,” Rory said.
Ranulf leapt to his feet, nodding emphatically.
“We canna leave them here,” Logan said, nodding toward Steven and Mrs. MacDonald. “We take them with us. Put them in the dungeon.” Logan glanced back at me. “Unless ye wish me to end it now.”
He was putting their lives in my hands. Giving me the choice to make them both disappear now and forever. Never to bother us again. Freedom from those who’d tormented me.
But I was no killer.
I was no executioner.
If Logan had said that was the way it would be, I’d trust his judgment, but to put the choice in my hands…
I swallowed. Hugged my baby tighter, and a realization came to me.
Logan would have known all this. He knew me better than I knew myself sometimes. He wanted them to be imprisoned. Perhaps to be questioned, but he wanted that choice to be mine. I smiled, content that the man I loved was compassionate and ingenious.
We were the Guardians of Time after all.
Seeing the good in what Rory had done with Ranulf, perhaps taking them prisoner was the best move. Maybe we could change them, too.
“We take them with us,” I said. “They will be our prisoners.”
