“Well...Ewan told everyone that he was my husband while we were traveling.”
“Aye,” Catarina said as a smile broke across her face. “I heard the proclamation myself.”
“And we as well,” Viktor said, indicating him and Bavel. “There was a whole room of people who heard it.”
The roar of the shocked crowd became deafening.
Ryan’s father decried it as trickery.
“And where is this Ewan now?” the priest asked, having to shout to be heard over the cacophony.
Nora felt heat rush to her cheeks.
How did she tell the man that she had no idea?
“He’s in the back of the crowd, bleeding,” came a deep, rumbling English voice.
Nora couldn’t breathe as she recognized the voice.
It belonged to Sin MacAllister!
Shaking now, she searched the crowd to find him. There at the very rear of those gathered was one man who towered over all the others.
It was Ewan and he was flanked by his three brothers.
He elbowed Sin in the stomach for his announcement, then moved forward through the crowd that now parted like the Red Sea before Moses.
Ewan moved slowly, carefully.
Deliberately.
Nora wept at his approach. His face was pale and he had a fine sheet of perspiration on his brow.
It was obvious that he was in pain, but why?
Surely his injury had healed.
“What are you doing here?” she asked as he climbed the stairs to stand by her side.
His eyes danced with love as he took her hands into his and kissed each one in turn. “I’ve come to claim my wife, if she’ll agree to have a fool for her husband.”
Joy exploded through her. He had come!
Catarina had been right.
Ewan had come for her...
But why had he waited so long?
Why had he put her through such torment?
‘Twas cruel what he’d done and had he waited another few minutes, she might have found herself Lady MacAren.
That didn’t sit well with her.
In fact, it made her want to torment the man who had tortured her.
“Why did you wait so long to come?”
