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and powerful.
    She noticed the way he and his men would search the Pit with their eyes relentlessly. It didn’t take her long to understand what Quinn had meant when he said he had put her in greater danger by saving her.
    Even in the shadows of Quinn’s cave she could feel the eyes of other Warriors on her. There was no privacy for her, but as long as she stayed in the cave, she was safe.
    Safe, however, was a relative word at the moment. As long as Deirdre held her, Marcail would never be secure. Despite knowing this, she couldn’t make herself leave Quinn. Deirdre might not kill her, but Deirdre would make sure she was dead.
    The thought of never looking into Quinn’s pale green gaze again left Marcail feeling ill to her stomach. Every Druid in Britain knew how important the MacLeods were to their survival. Was it the idea, as Quinn had said, of him and his brothers in the tales she heard that made her look at him as her savior?
    It’s more than that. I know it is.
    Marcail had seen into Quinn’s eyes. She had glimpsed for herself the shadows that haunted him, but she had also seen him take command. Every Warrior in the Pit regarded him as a leader. They might not all side with him, but they knew better than to question his authority.
    Quinn turned and caught her staring at him. He frowned and asked her with just a shift of his head if everything was all right. She nodded and looked away. But it was too late. She saw him approach out of the corner of her eye.
    â€œWhat is it?” he asked.
    Marcail drew her legs up to her chest and rested her chin on her knees. She had been sitting on the slab Quinn used for his bed ever since she had left him that morning. Her bottom was numb, but she was scared to move, terrified to bring more attention to herself.
    â€œMarcail?”
    â€œIt’s nothing. I was just watching you with your men.”
    He sat beside her and leaned his elbows on his knees. “None of the Warriors would dare to come inside my cave. You can move around freely.”
    â€œAnd if Deirdre discovers me?”
    â€œIn truth, it’s only a matter of time before she does.”
    Marcail licked her lips as her skin rippled with trepidation. “Why put off the inevitable then? I’m putting you, Arran, and the twins in danger by hiding here.”
    Quinn straightened and turned his head to look at her. “Do you think we care what Deirdre will do to us? Marcail, she puts people she wants to break in the Pit. We will either turn to her side or die. It’s the only way any of us will be released.”
    â€œSo you think she will leave me in here?”
    â€œIt’s crossed my mind. You said yourself she wants you dead.”
    Marcail hoped Quinn was right. She had a better chance of survival with Quinn than anywhere else. “I hope you’re right.”
    â€œI am. My brothers are coming for me, and when they do, I’m taking you out of here.”
    â€œAre you sure your brothers know you are here?”
    Quinn smiled wryly. “Oh, aye. Deirdre told me she left them a missive. They know she has me.”
    â€œHow did Deirdre capture you?”
    By the way Quinn frowned she wished she hadn’t asked. “Never mind,” she said. “It doesn’t matter.”
    â€œWhat did the stories tell you about me and my brothers?”
    She hesitated, unsure of where to begin. “We were told you three were the first Warriors Deirdre found, that she killed your entire clan to get to you three.”
    â€œThat’s truth. Deirdre killed everything from livestock to children and babies. Anything that was on MacLeod land died.”
    The way he said it made her soul ache. She heard the horror and acceptance in his voice, and it saddened her. “I’m sorry, Quinn.”
    â€œMy wife and son died in the slaughter along with my parents. I was with Fallon and Lucan and a handful of clansmen as we went to meet Fallon’s