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  How could he possibly go to his brother with the woman responsible for endangering his wife?

  “I’ll see to the matter,” Bowen said brusquely. “I’ll not form my opinion until I’ve heard all there is on the subject. ”

  Teague nodded. “Aye, ’tis best to do just that. If you have need of me before I return, simply send word. I’ll come immediately. ”

  “ ’Tis odd,” Bowen murmured.

  Teague lifted one brow. “What’s odd?”

  “Us being parted. We’ve always worked as one. The three of us. Graeme as laird. Us always at his back. ’Tis strange now to be away from home. In a clan that is not our own. ”

  “I don’t doubt your leadership abilities,” Teague said. “The McHughs will thrive with you as their laird, no matter how temporary. ”

  Bowen rose. “I thank you for that. Go and return quickly. I prefer your company and am more comfortable with you as my right hand. ”

  Teague clasped arms with Bowen. “Be safe, Bowen. ”

  “And you,” Bowen returned.

  Teague left Bowen’s chamber and Bowen turned to the window, staring broodingly into the night.

  What an enigma Genevieve McInnis was proving to be. Bowen knew he had no right to be angry until he uncovered whether Teague’s report was true. But he couldn’t help the tight curl of rage at the idea that she’d somehow been responsible for the attack on Eveline.

  He shook his head. Nay. It was not right to take that leap before he had proof. He would discover the truth soon enough. And he knew just the person he would go to for answers.

  Chapter 13

  Bowen was up at dawn to see his brother and Aiden off on their journey to return to their respective keeps. It was strange to have Brodie Armstrong remain behind as a source of support, but Bowen was glad of his presence. The McHughs were a hostile, stubborn lot, and the task before him was not an easy one.

  When the Montgomery and Armstrong warriors filed out of the courtyard and toward the distant rise, Bowen went in search of Taliesan.

  To his consternation, she was not to be found. It was likely she was with Genevieve, and if that was the case he didn’t want to question her in Genevieve’s hearing. He would simply have to wait for the right opportunity.

  He broke his fast with Brodie in the great hall, and both men grimaced at the meal, which wasn’t an improvement from the night before. It would be a miracle if either man survived long enough for Teague to return with food and goods.

  “Have you seen Taliesan yet this morn?” Bowen asked.

  Brodie frowned. “Nay, why do you seek her?”

  “I have need to discuss a matter with her. ”

  “ ’Tis early still. Perhaps she’s still abed. ”

  A look around told him ’twas not likely when the rest of the clan was already up and moving. But then he hadn’t yet spied Genevieve either.

  He forced the rest of his food down and immediately set his mind to forming a hunting party. The idea of freshly roasted meat made his mouth water and his stomach rumble.

  On his way through the courtyard, he spotted Taliesan carefully making her way from the row of cottages on the hillside just outside the stone skirt surrounding the keep. He paused and waited as she popped out of sight only to reappear at the gateway leading into the keep.

  “Taliesan, I would speak to you,” Bowen called as she neared.

  She looked instantly nervous and bobbled a bit as she regained her footing.

  “Of course, Laird. Is aught amiss?”

  “I would speak to you privately,” Bowen said, casting a glance around at the others milling about.

  The worry in her eyes deepened, but she nodded hesitantly and awaited Bowen’s directive.

  He led her through the great hall, annoyance biting at him when he saw no place where people weren’t congregated. He stepped outside the back of the keep, where, finally, he spied an area near the bathhouses, where it was quiet and private.

  “Is something troubling you, Laird?” Taliesan asked, a tremble to her voice.

  “Aye,” he said bluntly. “I seek information, Taliesan, and I demand honesty from you. ”

  She went pale and her eyes widened, but she nodded vigorously. “Of course, Laird. I do not lie. ’Tis not in my nature. ”

  “Do you know anything of Genevieve influencing Ian’s plan to abduct Eveline Montgomery from her clan?”

  If possible, the lass went even whiter. Every bit of blood drained from her face, leaving her to look as though she’d topple over in a dead faint.

  The stricken look in her eyes told him more than she could possibly voice. It was all there for him to see.

  God’s teeth, but this wasn’t what he’d wanted to hear. Or see, as it was.

  “Taliesan?” he prompted.

  He needed—wanted—the whole of it. He wanted there to be no guessing. No speculation.

  “Do not make me say what I know,” she begged. “I would not betray Genevieve in such a fashion. ”

  “But you would betray me and my kin,” he bit out. “A defenseless, innocent woman who’s never done wrong to anyone. ”

  “She is not the only one to have suffered!” Taliesan snapped.

  Bowen’s lips curled. “Nay, she is not. But neither has she been the one responsible for others’ suffering. Can Genevieve say the same? Can she, Taliesan? You said you do not lie. So tell me the truth. What do you know?”

  Tears glittered in Taliesan’s eyes, and he felt like a complete bastard for being so forceful with the lass. But he had to know if he could trust Genevieve. If she had wronged his kin, Graeme would never accept her into their clan.

  “I heard her say to Ian that he should not accept such humiliation from Eveline,” Taliesan whispered, tears slipping down her cheeks. “She told him that only a weak fool would stand back and not retaliate. ”

  Bowen’s jaw clenched. The deceitful bitch had turned Ian McHugh’s ire on Eveline. She’d been the cause of Eveline’s imprisonment and her terror. He would never forgive her that. And neither would Graeme.

  He turned to stalk away, but Taliesan’s soft plea stopped him.

  “Please, Laird, do not punish her. She’s been punished enough. ”

  Bowen stood a long moment, his back to Taliesan. Then he slowly turned, hating the distress in the lass’s eyes.

  “Where is she now?” he demanded.

  Panic flared across Taliesan’s face. “Do not hurt her!” Rage suffused her face, and she actually took a step toward Bowen as if to threaten him. “You are no better than him if you abuse her,” she spat.

  Bowen blinked in surprise at her vehemence. Then he frowned, because he’d just been handed a grievous insult.

  “You think I’d abuse her?”

  She flushed a dull red, but her eyes still shot sparks of anger.

  “I know not what you think to do, Laird. You’re angry. You feel you and your kin have been wronged. I vow you have not been wronged as much as Genevieve McInnis has. ”

  Bowen heaved a deep breath and then sighed. “I’ll not explain myself to you or anyone else. I am laird. However, if you think I’d abuse her or any lass, you couldn’t be more wrong. I don’t appreciate the insult, Taliesan. I won’t tolerate such from you again. ”

  Her lips quivered and fresh tears shone in her eyes.

  “What the hell is going on here, Bowen?” Brodie demanded.

  Bowen turned to see a scowling Brodie advancing toward him and Taliesan, his mouth drawn into a menacing line.

  “Taliesan and I were reaching an agreement on a few things,” Bowen said in a mild tone.

  “Then why is she crying?”

  Brodie sounded so horrified that it nearly amused Bowen.

  “Because he is a brute and he frightens me,” Taliesan blurted out. “And he’s going to hurt Genevieve. I know it. I do not trust such smooth words and promises. Ian offered them time and time again. Pretty words from fair-of-face men. No thank you. ”

  She ended on a shudder that had both Bowen and Brodie frowning with puzzlement. An uneasy sensation gripped Bowen’s midsection and, judging by Brodie’s black scowl, he was likely thinking along the same lines.

  “What did he do to you, lass?” Bowen asked quietly.

  She flinched as though he’d slapped her. It was an involuntary action brought on by the shock of his question. It was clear that she’d expected no such topic to arise, and she looked dumbfounded as to how to answer.

  “N-nothing,” she stammered.

  “You said you never lie,” he chided gently.

  “That bastard did something to you?” Brodie all but roared.

  She shrank back, and it was clear she wanted to be as far away from the two men as possible. He couldn’t blame her. They were overwhelming presences. One alone would frighten a lass senseless. But the two of them together?

  “ ’Tis nothing I cannot bear,” she said in a regal tone laced with strength and acceptance. It made Bowen admire her spirit and ferocity even more. He could respect her loyalty and her protection of Genevieve. Even if he wasn’t entirely certain the lass deserved such devotion from Taliesan.

  “Where is Genevieve?” Bowen asked one last time, his stare leveled directly at Taliesan. He pinned her with his most forceful look and refused to look away until she was all but fidgeting beneath his gaze.

  “She does not like to bathe in front of the other women,” Taliesan said in a low voice. “They ridicule and mock her. She prefers to bathe alone, in the stream beyond the bathhouses. ’Tis the same stream that feeds the bathhouses. When Ian was alive, he forced his men to go with her, and they were allowed to look their fill. Sometimes she would go days without being clean because she couldn’t bear their cruelty. ”

  Bowen felt himself softening toward the lass when it was the last thing he could afford to do. There was too much about her that he didn’t understand and didn’t know. Little about her made sense to him, and the more he learned, the more intrigued he became.

  “Take Taliesan to break her fast,” Bowen directed. “I have need to speak to Genevieve. ”

  Taliesan’s eyes were stricken. “I beg you, Laird. Be merciful with her. She’s so fragile that she could break at any moment. I don’t know how she’s managed to remain so stalwart for so long. ”

  “I’ll do my best, but, Taliesan, what you must realize is that if she’s a traitor to my people, she will have to be dealt with accordingly. ”

  Taliesan’s face crumbled and she looked away, her hands wringing in obvious distress. Brodie touched her arm and guided her back toward the keep.

  Bowen sucked in a deep breath and turned in the direction of the stream that snaked through the back of the keep beyond the protective stone walls. It was foolhardy for a woman alone to venture out to bathe in the stream. Anyone could happen upon her and either abuse her on the spot or spirit her away and she’d never be seen or heard from again.

  But then if she’d had to endure constant escort from Ian’s men, he could well understand why she’d seek privacy to wash herself. He paused a moment, guilt overtaking him at the idea of intruding on her. He could wait until she finished, could he not?

  Then he stalked forward again, angered that he was allowing this slip of a lass to rule his thoughts and actions. She was a manipulative deceiver and he would not be taken in by her sad eyes any longer.

  When he topped the slight rise that looked over the stream, he was not prepared for the sight before him, even though he well knew what he might encounter.

  Genevieve was rinsing soap from her hair, and Jesu, she looked like a goddess. Her right side was turned toward him, her face arched into the sun as she poured water over her head from a clay jug.

  There was such contentment, a visible sigh puffing from her lips, and the sun shone over her features, illuminating every beautiful line of her face and body.

  She was small and delicate, her features tiny but lush. A gently curved waist, plump buttocks, rounded hips, and her breasts … A hot flush traveled through Bowen’s body and his breath came in ragged spurts as he took in the sight before him.

  She was stunning. So beautiful that his cods ached. His hands fair itched to touch her, to caress her sleek flesh and coax sounds of pleasure from her lips.

  The moment she turned her face and he saw the ravages of all that had been done to her, he went cold, and guilt surged through his veins.

  He was acting no better than Ian McHugh, staring at her with lust in his eyes and heart. Thinking that she was no better than a vessel for his pleasure. He should not be here, intruding on her privacy. There was no honor in making a woman feel unsafe.

  Before he could retreat, she looked up, as if feeling his gaze on her body. Her eyes were startled, and yet she didn’t move. Perhaps she saw the foolishness of trying to hide now when she was in plain view.

  Heat crawled over his cheeks. It brought him shame that he stood staring at her even once his presence was known. And yet he drank his fill of the vision before him. Aye, her face was scarred, but somehow it didn’t matter. The lass’s beauty could not be denied.

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