Highlander Most Wanted (27 page)

“Graeme!” Bowen called as he strode across the courtyard to greet his brother.

Graeme turned from where he stood with Teague and Brodie, his eyebrows furrowed as he took in Bowen’s appearance. As Bowen neared, Graeme pulled him into a hearty embrace and slapped him on the back.

“You look hale and hearty,” Graeme observed. “From the report I received, I expected you to be abed convalescing.”

Bowen smiled. “ ’Twas greatly exaggerated, my injury. ’Twas naught but a scratch.”

“That scratch required extensive stitching,” Teague drawled.

Graeme’s gaze sharpened. “Is this true?”

Bowen shrugged. “I am well. ’Tis all that matters.”

“Aye,” Graeme agreed. “Indeed, ’tis all that matters.”

“How fares Eveline?” Bowen asked. “And Rorie? Did you leave them at the keep?”

Graeme shook his head. “Rorie stayed behind. She was distraught over missing her reading lessons. But I bore Eveline to her family at Armstrong Keep. I worry that she is not over the upset caused by her abduction.”

“I just hope you brought us food,” Teague grumbled. “I’m nigh to starving!”

“I would know all that has occurred here,” Graeme said, ignoring Teague’s outburst.

Bowen flinched inwardly, knowing that he would have to tell Graeme about Genevieve and the part she played in Eveline’s abduction. ’Twas a task he didn’t relish. The last thing he wanted was to be the one responsible for having more anger directed at the lass.

Already he was determined that, even though he had to tell Graeme all, he would bring his brother around on the matter of Genevieve. No matter what it took.

He hadn’t set it in his mind exactly what his plans were regarding the lass. He knew only that he didn’t want to be without her. And, in order to ensure that, he had to convince Graeme to offer her sanctuary within the very clan that Genevieve had betrayed.

That was assuming that Genevieve bore any affection at all for him.

It was a matter he had to drive from his mind, because the alternative didn’t bear thinking about.

“Let us go within, where we may speak,” Bowen said.

Graeme started to gesture toward Teague to accompany him and Bowen inside when Bowen put out his hand to stop his brother.

“Nay,” Bowen said quietly. “What I have to say needs be said in private.”

Teague’s eyebrows rose and Graeme’s eyes narrowed as he studied Bowen. After a moment’s hesitation, he nodded.

“Very well. Then let us go and discuss what’s on your mind.”

Bowen issued an order for Graeme’s horse to be attended to, and then he and Graeme left Teague and Brodie standing in the courtyard.

Forgoing the hall, where he should have offered his brother refreshment after his travels, he instead stopped
a serving woman and issued a command for her to serve him and Graeme inside his chamber.

“Your secrecy is making me extremely curious,” Graeme said as they mounted the stairs. “Is aught amiss?”

Bowen remained silent until they were behind the closed door of his chamber. He directed Graeme to make himself comfortable in one of the chairs by the fire.

Graeme shook the travel dust from his tunic before easing down to stretch his legs before the fire.

“You worried me, Bowen,” Graeme began. “ ’Tis the truth I suffered great fright when I received word that the keep had been attacked and you were injured. Eveline was distraught. ’Twas difficult to persuade her to remain behind under the protection of her kin.”

Bowen grimaced. “ ’Twas not a serious matter. Were it not for the fact that Brodie kept pouring a potion down my throat, I would have been up from my sickbed in much less than two days.”

Graeme pursed his lips and studied Bowen. “How have things worked with the Armstrongs?”

“All is well. Aiden departed with Teague, but Brodie remained behind to lend his aid. ’Tis fortunate for me that he did. We may not have survived the attack and been able to drive them back were it not for the Armstrongs who elected to stay.”

Graeme nodded his satisfaction. “ ’Tis a good thing this alliance, then. Perhaps this will be a new dawn for the Montgomerys and the Armstrongs. Eveline has united us. ’Tis a fact that still mystifies me.”

“Patrick McHugh is dead,” Bowen said bluntly. “He was killed in battle.”

Graeme’s face twisted into a savage expression. “Good. I’d not suffer him to live a minute longer. Did you witness his killing firsthand?”

Bowen shook his head. “Nay, I did not.”

“ ’Tis a shame. I’d know whom to thank.”

“ ’Tis known who did the killing,” Bowen said. “ ’Twas a lass.”

Graeme’s head reared back. “A lass? In battle? What mean you?”

“ ’Tis a long story, and one I have need to tell,” Bowen said.

Graeme stared at him with narrowed eyes. A knock at the door interrupted whatever would be said next. Bowen went to admit the serving woman, and she nervously brought in the food for the two men.

When she finished setting out the food by the hearth, Bowen saw her to the door and in a low voice said, “See that Genevieve has food brought to her chamber this night. She will be hungry.”

The serving woman dipped a curtsy, her lips pressed into a fine line.

“So tell me of this lass who felled Patrick McHugh,” Graeme said as Bowen returned to the fire.

“I would tell you the whole if it,” Bowen said. “ ’Tis too important not to.”

Graeme arched an eyebrow but fell silent.

“Do you remember the lass who directed us to where Eveline was being held in the dungeon? She wore a cape with a hood and her face was hidden from view.”

Graeme frowned a moment, his brow creased in concentration. “Aye, I remember. I was frantic to find Eveline. ’Tis a shame. I never had the opportunity to thank the lass. Everything happened so quickly after that.”

“Her name is Genevieve. Genevieve McInnis,” Bowen said slowly.

“The lowland McInnises?” Graeme asked.

“Aye.”

Graeme’s frown deepened. “What’s a McInnis lass doing in McHugh Keep? They are close with the king.
The laird’s daughter was killed in an ambush on her way to wed her betrothed.”

Bowen shook his head. “Nay. Genevieve lives still.”

“Wait a moment. Are you saying Genevieve is the laird’s daughter? And that she’s not dead? And she is the one who directed us to Eveline?”

“Aye, but that is only part of the tale. I have much to say, so eat and listen.”

Graeme fell silent and then motioned for Bowen to continue.

“Ian met Genevieve at court and became infatuated with her. He set upon her and her escort when she was traveling to meet her betrothed and killed every member of her party. ’Twas believed she too was killed.”

Graeme started to say something, but Bowen held up his hand.

“Ian took her back to his keep, and when she refused his advances he cut her face so that no man would ever look upon her again with favor.”

Graeme let out a curse. “The poor lass. And she is still here?”

“There is more,” Bowen said quietly. “He raped her repeatedly, forcing her to become his unwilling leman. She has been prisoner here for a year.”

“Have you sent word to her family? Are they coming to fetch her?”

Bowen blew out his breath. “Nay. She would not allow it.”

“Why not?” Graeme demanded. He looked stunned.

“ ’Tis better if I tell you the whole of it. ’Tis a complicated matter, and it only becomes more complicated.”

Graeme’s brows drew together, but he nodded. “Carry on, then.”

“Genevieve is deeply shamed by all that has been done to her. She’s permanently scarred. She bears the shame of what Ian forced upon her. She’s determined not to
bring dishonor to her family, and she doesn’t want them to know what was done to her.”

Bowen could see that Graeme itched to argue, so he continued on before Graeme could interrupt again.

“As I said, she is the one who directed us to Eveline.”

He drifted off, reluctant to say the next. He knew it would condemn Genevieve in Graeme’s eyes, and he’d do anything to spare the lass that censure. But he wouldn’t lie to his brother. Graeme needed to know all so the slate was cleaned from the beginning.

“What you don’t know is that Genevieve was responsible, indirectly, for Eveline’s abduction.”

“What?”

Graeme exploded, sitting forward, some of the food knocked from the plate. His jaw was clenched, then he wiped at his mouth and stared at Bowen in confusion.

“The lass was responsible for Eveline’s abduction? I don’t understand.”

“ ’Tis not necessary to go over every aspect,” Bowen said in a low voice.

“Oh, aye, it is,” Graeme said, cutting Bowen off before he could proceed. “It’s very necessary. If this Genevieve had anything to do with Eveline’s abduction, I want to know about it.”

Bowen sighed. “She encouraged Ian to seek revenge. Word had drifted to Ian and Patrick of the deceit Eveline had perpetuated in order to escape her betrothal to Ian. Ian felt a fool and Genevieve took advantage of his anger and his fixation with the lass. She helped plot Eveline’s abduction and goaded Ian to act.”

“For God’s sake
why
?” Graeme roared.

“Because we were her only hope of salvation,” Bowen gritted out.

Graeme blinked and then shook his head. “You aren’t making sense.”

“I’m making perfect sense. The lass is smart. She knew
that the Montgomerys and the Armstrongs would not tolerate the taking of Eveline. One or both of the clans would be forced into action. Genevieve knew that we would come and we would seek revenge on Ian—and Patrick. It was her only hope of escaping the life that Ian had forced upon her.”

Graeme’s jaw bulged and he flexed it as he clamped his teeth together. ’Twas obvious he was battling his anger, and Bowen didn’t want that anger to go unchecked.

“There’s something else you should know, Graeme.”

Graeme glanced up, meeting Bowen’s determined gaze.

“I’m in love with her.”

Graeme’s face grew stormy. His mouth worked up and down, but no words would come out. Then he shook his head. “She betrayed our clan—she betrayed
Eveline
—and you love her? Have you taken leave of your senses?”

Bowen’s lips tightened. “She had good reason for what she did. I’m torn on my feelings over it, but she was in a desperate position and she did what she had to in order to survive. I cannot fault the lass for that. If Eveline was not your beloved wife, you would not see fault, either.”

“Do not tell me what I would find fault in,” Graeme said fiercely. “She purposely put another woman in harm’s way for her own gain. I shudder to think of all that Eveline endured. ’Tis my greatest fear, even today, that she did not speak of all of it in an effort to spare me the pain of knowing. Have you any idea what it’s like to worry that something that horrific has happened to someone you love with all your heart and soul?”

“That and more has happened to Genevieve. Repeatedly,” Bowen said coldly.

Graeme exhaled and his expression eased. He looked weary and he rubbed at his forehead.

“ ’Tis not something I can easily forgive, Bowen. You
have to understand that. You cannot expect me to accept this.”

“I promised her that we would give her sanctuary within the Montgomery clan,” Bowen said through a tight jaw. “I would give her that protection as my wife.”

Graeme’s jaw went slack, and his eyes darkened with anger. “You would marry a woman who has so wronged your clan? Your sister by marriage? Think of what you do, Bowen. She has you by the cods. ’Tis clear she is manipulating you.”

Fury blew over Bowen. He’d not expected Graeme to be happy over the situation. He expected his anger. He’d not expected Graeme to take things this far and insult him in the process.

“I’ll not grant my blessing for this,” Graeme said, his voice laced with anger. “I’ll not welcome her into the Montgomery clan.”

Ice slid into his heart. Bowen was numb with the realization of the choice before him. And yet he knew without hesitation that it was the right choice. He could not leave Genevieve. He could not break his vow to see her protected. And loved.

She’d been dealt so much at such a young age. It was unconscionable to throw her to the wolves and walk away. He would not live without her. Even if it meant going his own way.

“I’ll be with Genevieve with or without your blessing,” Bowen said, his words dropping like stones in the silence of the room.

Graeme stared at him, mouth gaping. “You would really choose this woman over your own kin?”

Bowen stared back for a long moment, the silence growing ever more uncomfortable. “Tell me something, Graeme. Would you choose your kin over Eveline?”

Graeme seemed stunned by the question. His brows furrowed and he didn’t open his mouth to respond.

Bowen’s lip curled and he gazed at his brother in disgust. “I didn’t think so.”

He turned, only wanting to step away so that his anger could calm and he could think more rationally. When he put his hand out to open the door, he paused and turned back to Graeme, who was still sitting by the fire.

“You can rest in my chamber this night. I’ll seek other accommodations.”