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Authors: Keira Montclair
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the head of my guard. But I must lead. ‘Tis part of my destiny.”
Jennie wondered if Alex had ever felt the same. “You are a fine warrior.”
Aedan chuckled. “And is that why I’m wounded again? My past speaks for itself.”
Pulling a thread through, she gave his situation thought. “One mistake doesn’t make a failure.”
His finger reached for her chin, pulling her gaze to his. “Nor does a bad dream. You are too hard on yourself, as am I. We are more alike than you think.”
Jennie stuttered, “I must…must…” She jerked her hand away, then focused on his wound again. “My stitches. I must finish stitching you so I can help the others.”
He rested his head back on the pillow. “Continue, but don’t worry about the others. We have another healer, a monk, who often comes to help our wounded. I imagine he is already here. Think on it, lass. We are more alike, and you are not a failure.”
Jennie finished her work, carefully sewing in layers, mindful of the pain she was causing the chieftain. She hated to hurt her patients, but he refused her mixtures, preferring to keep his mind strong.
Midway through, she glanced at him and noticed that his eyes were closed, his jaw clenched. If he opened his eyes to look at her, she knew her heartbeat would speed up and her hands would sweat for sure, so she was pleased he did not.
“There.” She completed her last stitch and tied it off, then reached for the salve and applied it to his wound.
“If you keep rubbing my skin much longer, lass, you’ll have a reaction you are not expecting.” His eyes bore into hers through narrowed slits.
The sound of his voice sent a shot of warmth straight to her core. She gazed into his deep blue eyes, the color of the sky at night, but then jerked her gaze away, too confused by her reaction to this man. Finished with her tasks, she bounded away from him and over to her tools on the nearby chest.
“Chief Cameron, if you need anything, please send someone to the abbey. I’ll leave some of the salve here for you to apply daily. It should help you ward off another fever.” She cleared her throat and left the room. This was a new experience for her and she didn’t know how to deal with her surge of tumultuous feelings. He unsettled her whenever he was near, and she had no experience in calming her body’s reaction to this man, this chieftain with the heated gaze. She leaned against the wall to slow the pace of her own blood, but to no avail. This fact alone frightened her.
She knew the way her heart pounded in her chest when she was near him could be nothing but dangerous.
Chapter Seven
Aedan found his way down to his solar two days later. His wound had improved, but it was still sore enough to block him from a full range of movement. The uneven gait necessitated by the injury made him feel like a cripple.
Once inside the chamber, he greeted Ruari, Neil, and his four friends—Dermid MacLean, Hamish Henderson, Irvine Fletcher, and Drew Menzie. He noticed that a quiet hush had descended on the gathered men as soon as he stepped through the doorway.
“Cameron, you’re slow to heal this time,” Drew said. He was probably Aedan’s closest friend, but he had been busy fighting skirmishes on his own lands.
“Aye, he’s hoping the Grant healer will return to heal his sorry arse,” Dermid guffawed.
Hamish joined in. “Aye, I’d like her to tend my arse when you’re done with her, Cameron.”
Irvine chimed in. “Have I missed something, aye? You have a lass healing you? What exactly has she done to your body?”
Aedan moved into his chair behind the desk, stretching his leg out straight in front of him. He waited for the group to quiet. Once he had their attention, he whispered, “The next lad to disrespect Jennie Grant will find my fist in his face.”
Silence settled as the smiles turned to chastised expressions. He continued, “Now, who can update me on the status of our lands? Why did you feel
Jennie wondered if Alex had ever felt the same. “You are a fine warrior.”
Aedan chuckled. “And is that why I’m wounded again? My past speaks for itself.”
Pulling a thread through, she gave his situation thought. “One mistake doesn’t make a failure.”
His finger reached for her chin, pulling her gaze to his. “Nor does a bad dream. You are too hard on yourself, as am I. We are more alike than you think.”
Jennie stuttered, “I must…must…” She jerked her hand away, then focused on his wound again. “My stitches. I must finish stitching you so I can help the others.”
He rested his head back on the pillow. “Continue, but don’t worry about the others. We have another healer, a monk, who often comes to help our wounded. I imagine he is already here. Think on it, lass. We are more alike, and you are not a failure.”
Jennie finished her work, carefully sewing in layers, mindful of the pain she was causing the chieftain. She hated to hurt her patients, but he refused her mixtures, preferring to keep his mind strong.
Midway through, she glanced at him and noticed that his eyes were closed, his jaw clenched. If he opened his eyes to look at her, she knew her heartbeat would speed up and her hands would sweat for sure, so she was pleased he did not.
“There.” She completed her last stitch and tied it off, then reached for the salve and applied it to his wound.
“If you keep rubbing my skin much longer, lass, you’ll have a reaction you are not expecting.” His eyes bore into hers through narrowed slits.
The sound of his voice sent a shot of warmth straight to her core. She gazed into his deep blue eyes, the color of the sky at night, but then jerked her gaze away, too confused by her reaction to this man. Finished with her tasks, she bounded away from him and over to her tools on the nearby chest.
“Chief Cameron, if you need anything, please send someone to the abbey. I’ll leave some of the salve here for you to apply daily. It should help you ward off another fever.” She cleared her throat and left the room. This was a new experience for her and she didn’t know how to deal with her surge of tumultuous feelings. He unsettled her whenever he was near, and she had no experience in calming her body’s reaction to this man, this chieftain with the heated gaze. She leaned against the wall to slow the pace of her own blood, but to no avail. This fact alone frightened her.
She knew the way her heart pounded in her chest when she was near him could be nothing but dangerous.
Chapter Seven
Aedan found his way down to his solar two days later. His wound had improved, but it was still sore enough to block him from a full range of movement. The uneven gait necessitated by the injury made him feel like a cripple.
Once inside the chamber, he greeted Ruari, Neil, and his four friends—Dermid MacLean, Hamish Henderson, Irvine Fletcher, and Drew Menzie. He noticed that a quiet hush had descended on the gathered men as soon as he stepped through the doorway.
“Cameron, you’re slow to heal this time,” Drew said. He was probably Aedan’s closest friend, but he had been busy fighting skirmishes on his own lands.
“Aye, he’s hoping the Grant healer will return to heal his sorry arse,” Dermid guffawed.
Hamish joined in. “Aye, I’d like her to tend my arse when you’re done with her, Cameron.”
Irvine chimed in. “Have I missed something, aye? You have a lass healing you? What exactly has she done to your body?”
Aedan moved into his chair behind the desk, stretching his leg out straight in front of him. He waited for the group to quiet. Once he had their attention, he whispered, “The next lad to disrespect Jennie Grant will find my fist in his face.”
Silence settled as the smiles turned to chastised expressions. He continued, “Now, who can update me on the status of our lands? Why did you feel
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