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meeting in time.”
     
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    Dominic didn’t emerge from his tent for a long while, but when he did, all hell broke loose in the camp. Suddenly the men started rushing about, cleaning the pots and pans and packing them up.
    “What’s going on?” she asked Ewan, because he was the only one who seemed inclined to speak to her. Still, he didn’t meet her eyes.
    “We’re leaving tomorrow.”
    “Tomorrow?”
    “Aye.”
    “Are we going back to Castle Dar?” That thought was exciting. She’d only seen pictures of her ancestral home, and even then, it had been ruins. How thrilling would it be to see it in its glory? In person?
    “The lads and I are heading back. But the laird is going west. And you’re going with him.”
    She frowned and glanced at where Dominic was overseeing the salting of the venison. He lifted one of the carcasses and tossed it into the cart. His muscles bunched fabulously, snagging her attention. There might have been some drool. She was glad he was taking her with him, wherever they were going. “What’s in the west?” she asked.
    “Urquhart Castle.”
    Her heart stopped. Her head whipped around. She stared at Ewan. “What?”
    “Urquhart Castle. There’s to be a meeting of the lairds.”
    A meeting of the lairds? Her pulse thrummed. Sweat pricked on her brow.
    It would not be a meeting. It would be a massacre.
    Even though she knew warning him could ruin everything, certainly destroy any feelings of trust between them, she had to. She had to warn him.
    She launched to her feet and ran— ran —to Dominic’s side. He stilled when she tugged at his sleeve. “I need to talk to you,” she said.
    He grinned and bent to kiss her. “It will have to wait Maggie-mine. We’ve got a lot of work to do before we lose the sun.”
    “Please Dominic. I need to talk to you now.”
    “About what?”
    “This trip to Urquhart. Please. It’s urgent.”
    He studied her expression and his brow rumpled but he nodded to Harry who took up his spot. “What is so urgent?” he asked, brushing off his hands and following her away from the other men. To her annoyance, Declan followed too.
    “We need to speak privately.”
    “Right.” He headed for his tent.
    Declan paced them. Apparently he did not understand the concept of the word private .
    She stood in the door of the tent, attempting to block his way, but he just pushed past her.
    “What is it, Maggie?” Dominic asked.
    She flicked a look at Declan and frowned. “I would prefer to speak to you alone. ”
    Declan crossed his arms. “I’m sure you would.”
    “Darling.” Dominic’s hands were heavy on her shoulders. “Declan is my lieutenant. Anything you have to say to me, you can say in front of him.”
    Um, not really. Dominic might believe her—or he might not—but Declan would automatically leap to the dark side. He already suspected the worst of her.
    Dominic folded his arms and shot her an encouraging smile. “Well?”
    Hell. Declan or not, it needed to be said.
    “You cannot go to Urquhart castle.”
    Dominic blinked. “I…what?”
    “You cannot go. It’s a trap.”
    Declan bristled. She ignored him.
    “MacPherson is not willing to negotiate with Clan Chattan. He and Cameron are plotting an ambush.”
    “What?” both brothers barked. It was rather intimidating, the pair of them glowering as they were.
    “Why would he do that?” Dominic asked.
    “If they take out the leaders of the clans, the confederation will fall apart.”
    Silence rippled through the room. Dominic’s expression went hard. She hated the curl of disdain on his lips. “How do you know this?”
    She read it in a book? “I…just know it.”
    “So you are in league with the Camerons?” Declan, singing that same old song.
    “If I were in league with your enemies, would I be warning you that they plan to murder you in your sleep?”
    “You would if you were trying to trick us into missing the meeting.” Declan glared at his brother. “An insult