Highlands Forever (Books 1–3)

by Rand, Violetta

  Alex signaled for one of the guards.

  “Take the lad to the kitchens,” he said. “Ye are to submit to Mistress Bradana. If word reaches me that ye’re disobedient, ye’ll get lashes. Do ye understand?”

  The boy bowed. “Aye, milord.”

  As his father-in-law downed another cup of ale, Alex considered what to do with the other men. In Constantinople, all of them would be hung—a form of execution reserved for the lowest criminals. It had taken all of his strength to control his bloodthirsty nature on his wedding night. Levi’s beating had been beyond brutal. But the punishment had to fit the crime. Accusing his wife of being a witch … that could cause trouble for his clan.

  “Let my sons kill them,” the laird suggested. “Broc needs a lesson or two about administering justice.”

  Alex placed his folded hands on the table. “Twould be within yer rights as Keely’s father. Or mine as her husband. But I am afraid my wife wouldna speak with me again if she found out I ordered their executions.”

  “The lass shouldna have anything to say on such matters.”

  “She bore the brunt of their vulgarity.”

  The laird nodded. “What do ye think, Broc?”

  Laird Oliphant’s eldest son had a good head on his shoulders, so Alex was curious about what he’d say.

  “If the leader lives, he deserves execution. But these five, I see the fear of the Almighty in their eyes. Ye canna risk another uprising. The whip will be wasted upon their rebellious hearts. Banishment is a fair punishment.”

  Alex rubbed his chin. Aye, sometimes banishment was a far worse fate than death, especially in the winter. He’d be sure to send word to his neighbors not to take them in. All had families, and Alex would support their wives and children if they chose to stay.

  “So be it,” Alex said, pounding the table top with his fist. “The five of ye are forbidden to ever cross MacKay lands again. If ye’re caught, ye will be killed on sight. Have ye anything to say?”

  “I do, milord.” Hamish stepped forward, wringing his hands nervously. “I have six bairns and a wife.”

  “Ye should have considered that before ye followed in Levi’s footsteps.”

  “I was drunk, Laird Alex, caught up in the moment. Levi has a way of getting inside a man’s head, using yer fears against ye.”

  “Look what that weakness has earned ye.”

  “Where will I go?”

  “Away from here,” Alex offered.

  “Please, milord…”

  Alex dinna want to hear anymore begging. He signaled for the guards, and they dragged the men away.

  “I’ll see that man,” Laird Oliphant said. “Levi.”

  Alex stood and stretched. How could he keep Keely’s father from going to the dungeon? Did he have a right to forbid him from confronting his daughter’s accuser? “Tis a waste of time.”

  “Ye dinna hesitate to throw Keely in one of those filthy cells.”

  Jesus Christ. The tips of Alex’s ears burned. “Consider the unfortunate circumstances of her unexpected return.”

  “She’s a laird’s daughter.”

  He must choose his words carefully. “And if ye’d been in my place, dealing with the death of yer brother and the aftermath of an attack from the Sutherlands, would ye not have suspected Keely of being a spy? For God’s sake, she lived with them for five years.”

  “Keely a spy?” The laird wet his lips. “I suspect it had nothing to do with her being a spy, Alex. But more to do with a broken heart ye’ve been nursing all this time.”

  Alex’s jaw tightened. That hard truth hurt more than a sword wound. More than a burn. More than anything he could compare it to. “And how do ye know what I was feeling?”

  The laird snickered. “Because a man of honor wouldna treat a noble woman the way ye did unless he held a grudge against her.”

  Alex paused and took a steadying breath. He hadn’t expected an interrogation. But the man had every right to question him. He’d gone behind his back and married Keely. “Aye,” he admitted. “Seeing her again resurrected some old feelings.”

  “I doona think those feelings ever went away, lad. And doona lie to me. I’m a father of seven and can tell when anyone is lying.”

  “She only spent a couple hours in the cell.”

  Laird Oliphant leaned back in his chair. “We are indebted to each other. I signed a marriage contract pledging Keely and her dowry to yer brother. She dinna fulfill her obligations. In turn, ye took something that wasna yers to take.”

  “The law…”

  “Aye.” His father-in-law held up his hands. “I’ve examined the documents yer scholar showed me. Ye’ve acted in accordance with the law, that much I canna deny. However, other things govern a man’s heart and honor. Ye broke trust with me. Instead of bringing her home and presenting yer claim to me, ye acted selfishly.”

  It pained Alex to think of what would have happened if Keely’s father had refused him and married his daughter to someone else. Aye, jealousy and possessiveness had played a huge role in his decision to rush his marriage. So had revenge. “I am guilty of everything ye say and unashamed to admit it. I would do it again if I had a chance.”

  One side of the laird’s mouth tilted up. “I like ye, MacKay. That’s why ye’re still standing.”

  “I am fond of ye, too.”

  “Recompense must be made.”

  “Ye doona owe me anything. We are family now.”

  Laird Oliphant gave a humorless laugh and slapped his thigh. “Always jesting, lad. I meant ye owe me something.”

  “Ye have my pledge of loyalty, my friendship, and my appreciation.”

  “Gold,” the elder laird demanded. “I want some of that money ye earned in Constantinople. I hear ye’re as rich as a king.”

  His brows knitted together. The selfish bastard would squeeze everything out of Alex if he let him. “What do ye want?”

  “That depends on ye.” The laird stood up. “Now take me to Levi.”

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Keely said a short prayer and crossed herself before she stepped outside. The feast had been a somber affair. Alex and her father had been engaged in conversation all night, hardly acknowledging her or their guests. However, she couldna have asked for a better outcome, because it had given her the opportunity to slip abovestairs unnoticed, change her clothes, and take the back stairs outside.

  During supper, guards were not posted outside her bedchamber. And at celebrations, unless the soldiers were stationed at the gates or on patrol, every man attended.

  Leah had been harder to get away from, for the maid kept a close eye on Keely. She hoped her friend wouldna notice her missing gown. If Keely disguised herself as a servant, she had a better chance of getting through the gates with Petro.

  As the scholar had promised, he was waiting behind the stables.

  “Milady,” he said quietly. “I started to worry. It is later than I hoped to leave.”

  “I left the feast as soon as I could and stopped by Leah’s room to borrow one of her gowns. Mine are too adorned to pass as a maid in.”

  With a full moon overhead, she could see Petro’s face clearly. He nodded and looked her over.

  “Pull the hood up to hide your face. And if you are not averse to sharing the saddle with me, I think it best to ride through the gates as two lovers escaping to their private place.”

  A brilliant plan she wouldna have thought of herself. “I trust yer judgement,” she said.

  “Then we should go.”

  “Wait.” She gripped his upper arm. “If ye have any doubts about accompanying me, please return and save yerself from any responsibility. I doona want ye to get in trouble with Alex. He cares a great deal about ye.”

  “Lady Keely,” he said. “I am a grown man. If I did not wish to be here, I would have never offered to escort you to Dunrobin Castle. I am not deaf and blind. I’ve heard the gossip about you, and have seen firsthand how poorly some of the people treat you. Helping
you is a duty I do not take lightly.”

  Tears filled Keely’s eyes. She dinna know why exactly. Maybe knowing someone else understood how much she had suffered brought her a bit of comfort and the tears were out of gratitude instead of from sadness. “I am sorry for crying, Petro.”

  “Do not apologize for shedding tears. You are an exceptional woman.”

  Keely dinna take praise well, especially when she felt guilty. Petro boosted her into the saddle, then handed her the reins to the other horse. Once she was comfortable, he climbed up behind her and wrapped his arm about her waist.

  “Try not to show the guards your face.”

  “What if they ask questions?”

  “Let me do the talking. Are you ready?”

  Her heart pounded like she’d just run up a mountain. “Aye,” she said, resting her cheek against Petro’s chest. She could feel his heartbeat; it was slow and steady. Did anything excite the scholar?

  They reached the gates and one of the guards stopped Petro.

  “Where are ye going?”

  Petro cleared his throat. “Away from probing eyes,” he said.

  The guard smiled. “Whose eyes?”

  “The lass’s father is inside the great hall. If he sees me with his daughter, he will geld me.”

  One of the other soldiers chuckled and said, “Let him pass—he’s not a danger to us, only to himself.”

  “If someone comes looking for Katherine, will you deny ever seeing us?” Petro asked, playing his role perfectly.

  Keely struggled to stay still, but she did.

  “Aye. Yer secret is safe with me,” the guard assured him as he slapped the horse on the rear. “Away with ye before I change my mind.”

  Petro heeled the beast into a gallop, and Keely lifted her head, watching as the keep faded into the darkness. Only after they’d been riding for a couple of hours did Petro dare to stop. He’d found a burn where the horses could drink.

  Keely dismounted and took a shaky breath. “Do ye think we’re being followed?’

  “Nay,” he said with confidence. “There is no reason for the guards to doubt what I told them. As for Alex, your sire, and brothers, I am sure they are still discussing what to do about the Sutherlands.”

  “Is that what has taken my husband away from me?”

  “That and the need to gain your father’s blessing for your marriage.”

  “Gods knows what demands he’s putting on Alex.”

  “You have not heard?”

  “About what?”

  “Perhaps it is better not to say anything.”

  “Please, Petro. If ye doona tell me now, I willna be able to think about anything else.”

  The scholar started to pace. She’d never seen him nervous before. “Your father killed the man who interrupted your wedding.”

  The news saddened her greatly, for her sire had killed many men in his lifetime. Not that she considered him a murderer, for most had met their end on the battlefield. “This was one of his conditions in order for Alex to gain his approval?”

  “Aye.”

  What next? Alex’s blood? “My father can be uncompromising.”

  “Levi deserved to die, milady. And so did the men who supported his rebellion.”

  “How many were there?”

  “Seven. One but a child. He’s been placed under the care of the cook and the head of household.”

  “And the others?”

  “Banished.”

  She supposed that was better than execution. Though it did surprise her Alex had let them live. For she’d never escape the nightmare of watching her husband beat a man within an inch of his life. Aye, she’d seen men die before from illness and sword fighting. But never from fists. That’s why she intervened with Alex, asking him to stop. She’d been the cause of the unrest and felt responsible for the violence.

  “You are very quiet,” Petro observed.

  “I am thinking.”

  “About what?”

  “What will happen if we are caught.”

  Petro offered her a water skin. She took a long drink of the refreshing, cold water.

  “Alex is unpredictable,” he said. “I have seen him kill without conscience one day, and demonstrate the mercy of God the next.”

  “Let us hope we are caught on a good day then.”

  Petro laughed. “Are you hungry? I have smoked fish and venison, and some bread.”

  “I would like the fish.”

  He gave her a piece of cloth filled with meat. “Keep it with you on the horse,” he suggested. “Unless you are more comfortable with me.”

  She’d never ridden at night before. And there did seem to be an advantage to staying with Petro. She felt safe. But she said, “I will ride my own horse.”

  “Very well,” he said. “We should go then, I do not like staying in one place too long.”

  She’d travel all night if he wished it. The sooner she completed her business with the earl, the quicker she could return home. As long as Alex would take her back.

  *

  After a long night of drinking too much ale and arguing with his father-in-law, Alex stumbled up the stairs to his bedchamber. He welcomed a good night’s sleep. Keely had grown weary of the feast and retired early. Smart lass. It had taken a great amount of patience to entertain Laird Oliphant. Even his sons had abandoned them eventually.

  The two guards posted in the passageway bowed, and Alex grunted as he opened the door. Not wanting to wake his wife, he unlaced and kicked off his boots. The warmth from the fire beckoned him, and he crossed the space as quietly as he could and sat in one of the padded chairs in front of the hearth. He folded his arms over his broad chest, rethinking everything he’d spoken to Laird Oliphant about. The one good thing to come out of their drunken revelry? A renewed treaty. The MacKays and Oliphants would stay allies.

  Joining forces with the Gunns, Sinclairs, MacLeods, and if God willed it, the Keiths, the Sutherlands would have a difficult time attacking any of them again. It had been Alex’s idea to organize mixed patrols. An equal number of soldiers from each clan working together to keep their borders secure. The men would work on two-month long shifts. Laird Oliphant would host a meeting with all the lairds at his keep as soon as it could be arranged.

  “Damn the bastard,” he said aloud, “he still hasna blessed my marriage.”

  Would his father-in-law ever accept it? Or maybe he simply liked keeping Alex guessing, for the man had a twisted sense of humor. And as for the payment he demanded, Alex would simply offer Keely’s dowry back, though he hated to part with the land she brought with her to Clan MacKay.

  He yawned and scrubbed his chin, his eyes as dry as the desert. The days and nights were bleeding together, lately. There had been so much to do, and still was. Enough men had been hired to construct the walls for the west villages, and several dozen new recruits had arrived in the last week. Good men, from what Alex had seen. Jamie would be leaving tomorrow. There could be no regrets about sending his cousin. He loved and respected him more than he had his own brother, John.

  “And ye can rot,” he said with a single tear rolling down his cheek. Aye, old feelings had resurfaced for his brother lately. Emotions he’d never admit to anyone but couldna deny himself. He blamed the ale.

  Thirsty, he stood and walked to the table where a pitcher of water and cups were always kept. As he poured himself a drink, he gazed at the bed. He loved to see Keely’s dark hair fanned out across the pillows when she slept. He liked to tangle his fingers in her silky tresses and get lost in her sweet scent while he thrust inside of her and made her sigh with pleasure. Maybe he should wake her up after all…

  The bed was empty! He dropped his cup on the floor and rushed to the bedside.

  “Fook!”

  The guards banged on the door.

  Alex hadna barred it yet.

  “Graham. Neil. Get in here!”

  The men stormed inside, took one look at him and the empty bed and knew immediatel
y what to do.

  “She takes the air sometimes,” Neil offered.

  “Likes to sit by the loch, too,” Graham added.

  “Where is Leah?” Alex seethed.

  “I doona know, milord,” Graham answered.

  “Find her. Find my bloody wife!”

  The soldiers departed, leaving Alex alone.

  The ale-induced fog in his mind was clearing quickly as anger took hold. The lass had done it again. Aye, she’d fooled him, and tricked her own sire, too. She wasna taking the air at the loch. Not at this time of night. The guards at the gates wouldna let her through. His instructions had been the same since the day of her arrival. His wife must have an escort at all times.

  Glad he hadna undressed yet, he grabbed his boots, shoved his feet inside, and laced them up. Keely MacKay would regret the day she was born—the day she showed her face to him again. Damn him for falling for it, for believing she’d changed, for allowing himself to care about her.

  Alex left his bedchamber and went to his mother’s old suite. He kicked the bloody door open, knowing already that he wouldna find his wife within. Empty. He turned and started banging on every door, including Laird Oliphant’s chamber. It took several moments, but the drunk laird threw the door open, his sword in hand.

  “What is it, MacKay?”

  Rage boiled over inside Alex as he stared at his wife’s sire—a reminder of who and what she was. Without thinking twice about it, Alex punched the man in the face.

  Built as thick as a tree trunk, the force of the blow only made Laird Oliphant angry. He rubbed his jaw and narrowed his eyes. “Are ye mad, MacKay?”

  “Aye—a raving lunatic.”

  Keely’s sire grinned and came at Alex. His meaty fist connected with Alex’s gut.

  Alex grunted and retaliated with a combination of punches. But Laird Oliphant was just as strong; he popped Alex in the mouth. Alex tasted blood, which only made him more determined to knock the fool out. This was his fault. Laird Oliphant had ruined his life by taking his daughter away from him the first time.

  “Father! Alex! What are ye doing?” Broc wedged himself between them. “What is this about?”