I’ll no’ have my people put through that. Most of the MacKay clan has come to us. Once they realize the MacKays are allied with the Sinclairs, and Alistair has ensured Donald can no’ cause any more trouble, the people will return to the MacKays.”
Morcant nodded and said, “Alistair will once again have soldiers to hold off the Blairs.”
“As well as my men,” David added. “I’ll be married to his sister.”
CHAPTER EIGHT
Daman wanted to pretend he couldn’t hear the conversation between Alistair and Innes, but it was impossible. He felt her pain and it infuriated him that he couldn’t help her as she needed. All Daman could do was fight and kill. He was damn good at it, too.
If he couldn’t stop Alistair from handing his sister over to the laird of the Sinclairs, then all Daman could focus on was watching out for Donald.
The middle MacKay wasn’t just loud and abrasive. He was obvious. Daman hadn’t bothered to mention that Donald would show up at the meeting because Alistair already knew, and there was no sense in putting an added worry on Innes.
Daman may not have been part of a family, but even he knew that to go against a brother as Donald had Alistair was beyond terrible.
Donald had put everyone at the castle at risk, and he didn’t seem to care. All Donald wanted was power. He was an idiot. It took more than brawn to lead a clan.
Daman had learned that from...
His thoughts went blank and his head began to throb dully. He ground his teeth together against the pain as the realization hit that he had almost remembered something. But what?
And who was he thinking about?
Need to be looking.
Daman gave a shake of his head. His thoughts were jumbled, his mind swimming with an urgency he couldn’t elude. He was supposed to be looking for something.
Or was it someone?
He glanced over his shoulder at Innes. He had already found her, so she couldn’t be it. Was it Donald? Nay, he was just a troublemaker. Besides, Daman didn’t know of him until he woke.
Whatever pushed Daman had been with him for a long time – possibly as long as he had been asleep.
“We’re no’ far,” Alistair said.
Daman licked his lips, wishing he could ask Innes specific details. If he could only talk, he might find out what he was supposed to be searching for. She might even know more details of his past.
A warning tickle pulled him out of his thoughts and focused him once more on his surroundings. They came to a river, and Daman waited for Alistair and Innes to cross before he followed.
He glanced behind him as the hairs on the back of his neck rose. Someone was watching them. Donald most likely, but how many men had Donald brought with him?
Once across the river, Daman nudged his horse into a gallop and caught up with Alistair. He motioned with his head behind him as Alistair’s gaze landed on him.
The laird of the MacKays frowned. “Donald?” he whispered.
Daman lifted one shoulder in a shrug as he set his hand atop the hilt of his sword. Alistair then moved his horse over and motioned Innes forward.
Finally, they reached the border between the MacKay and Sinclair lands. Daman saw a man sitting atop a large gray stallion. The man had light brown hair hanging to his shoulders and a full beard. His gaze was focused on them, looking each of them over. With the way he sat confidently and with a commanding presence atop his mount, he was obviously the Sinclair laird.
They came to a stop with ten feet separating the groups. Daman then let his gaze move to the rider next to the laird. The man’s horse pranced in agitation. Daman looked into the man’s face to find the Highlander staring at him intently.
Daman frowned as the man refused to look away. He watched Daman as if he knew him, which was impossible. The man couldn’t know Daman, he had just been awakened after two hundred years of sleeping in a cave.
Daman inwardly snorted. Two hundred years. The passage of time was mindboggling, but
Morcant nodded and said, “Alistair will once again have soldiers to hold off the Blairs.”
“As well as my men,” David added. “I’ll be married to his sister.”
CHAPTER EIGHT
Daman wanted to pretend he couldn’t hear the conversation between Alistair and Innes, but it was impossible. He felt her pain and it infuriated him that he couldn’t help her as she needed. All Daman could do was fight and kill. He was damn good at it, too.
If he couldn’t stop Alistair from handing his sister over to the laird of the Sinclairs, then all Daman could focus on was watching out for Donald.
The middle MacKay wasn’t just loud and abrasive. He was obvious. Daman hadn’t bothered to mention that Donald would show up at the meeting because Alistair already knew, and there was no sense in putting an added worry on Innes.
Daman may not have been part of a family, but even he knew that to go against a brother as Donald had Alistair was beyond terrible.
Donald had put everyone at the castle at risk, and he didn’t seem to care. All Donald wanted was power. He was an idiot. It took more than brawn to lead a clan.
Daman had learned that from...
His thoughts went blank and his head began to throb dully. He ground his teeth together against the pain as the realization hit that he had almost remembered something. But what?
And who was he thinking about?
Need to be looking.
Daman gave a shake of his head. His thoughts were jumbled, his mind swimming with an urgency he couldn’t elude. He was supposed to be looking for something.
Or was it someone?
He glanced over his shoulder at Innes. He had already found her, so she couldn’t be it. Was it Donald? Nay, he was just a troublemaker. Besides, Daman didn’t know of him until he woke.
Whatever pushed Daman had been with him for a long time – possibly as long as he had been asleep.
“We’re no’ far,” Alistair said.
Daman licked his lips, wishing he could ask Innes specific details. If he could only talk, he might find out what he was supposed to be searching for. She might even know more details of his past.
A warning tickle pulled him out of his thoughts and focused him once more on his surroundings. They came to a river, and Daman waited for Alistair and Innes to cross before he followed.
He glanced behind him as the hairs on the back of his neck rose. Someone was watching them. Donald most likely, but how many men had Donald brought with him?
Once across the river, Daman nudged his horse into a gallop and caught up with Alistair. He motioned with his head behind him as Alistair’s gaze landed on him.
The laird of the MacKays frowned. “Donald?” he whispered.
Daman lifted one shoulder in a shrug as he set his hand atop the hilt of his sword. Alistair then moved his horse over and motioned Innes forward.
Finally, they reached the border between the MacKay and Sinclair lands. Daman saw a man sitting atop a large gray stallion. The man had light brown hair hanging to his shoulders and a full beard. His gaze was focused on them, looking each of them over. With the way he sat confidently and with a commanding presence atop his mount, he was obviously the Sinclair laird.
They came to a stop with ten feet separating the groups. Daman then let his gaze move to the rider next to the laird. The man’s horse pranced in agitation. Daman looked into the man’s face to find the Highlander staring at him intently.
Daman frowned as the man refused to look away. He watched Daman as if he knew him, which was impossible. The man couldn’t know Daman, he had just been awakened after two hundred years of sleeping in a cave.
Daman inwardly snorted. Two hundred years. The passage of time was mindboggling, but
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