A dark-haired lady followed. Once they were all seated, everyone at the low tables sat on the benches and resumed their conversations. But Holme could not take his gaze off Kristina.
Damnation, but she could see! No one was helping her do anything. She picked up a goblet of wine and drank from it. No feeling around for it. Her actions were so different from the day he'd sat across from her while eating in that tavern.
When Colin Cameron and his friend entered, all the servants leapt to their feet again. Holme didn't. He merely glared through the crowd as the bastard claimed the laird's chair. All the servants resumed their seats. Why was Kristina not sitting beside Colin? Two people sat between them. Were they having a lovers' spat?
Because many days had passed since Holme had eaten a good meal, he stuffed himself with bread and venison during the meal and guzzled ale, all the while keeping an eye on Kristina.
She was even lovelier than he remembered. And he could not get over the fact she could see.
Kristina's presence here changed Holme's plans. He had to find a way to slip her out. But how? She would scream and create a great uproar.
When Holme had eaten and drank all he could hold, he murmured to Scroggie, "Let's go outside." Once they were in the near empty bailey, Holme whispered, "Our plans have changed."
"Are we nay going to burn the castle down now?" Scroggie asked.
"Of course we are. But first, I'm taking the lass out of here."
"How are you going to do that?"
"I haven't decided yet."
Holme couldn't help that his interest was still piqued by that witch. He wanted deep and profound revenge against the Camerons, but he also wanted Kristina under him. How could he get both?
