"Some."
"Can you rest with me here?"
"Aye."
At least Calla would try. She certainly enjoyed his comforting arms around her. So warm and strong. She felt safe and protected. But what about their son?
Nay!She couldn't have just thoughttheir son, could she? She squeezed her eyes shut. Rebbie could never find out.
Where was Jamie? She prayed he was still with his aunt and uncle. How on earth could Claybourne have possibly gotten intoGlenhavenCastle and kidnapped him? Or had his aunt and uncle taken him on an outing and that's when the knave had snatched him? Regardless,Glenhavenalways had at least a dozen guards about.
"You're not relaxing," Rebbie murmured in her ear.
"I can't help it. I'm worried about Jamie."
"But you must rest and recover so that we can travel south and find him."
"You're right." She bit her lip and pressed her eyes closed.Please, God, protect wee Jamie. He's an innocent child and the most important person in my life. I love him so much.A tear slid down her face.
Rebbie raised himself up a bit and kissed her cheek near her ear. "Sleep," he breathed.
She lifted his hand and kissed the back. He was the sweetest thing. What was she going to do about him? Unable to figure out the answer, she felt her thoughts jumble. Sleep overcame her as the pain eased away.
What seemed only moments later, a knock sounded at the door. She opened her eyes a crack, finding the room dark.
"Saints," Rebbie hissed and rolled from the bed. He unbarred the door and opened it.
"We're heading out."'TwasLachlan's voice.
"Wait until I get my boots and I'll see you off."
Once he'd slid on his boots, Rebbie closed the door on his way out. Silence pervaded the room. Calla wished she could arise and follow to thank the men for all they'd done for her. So much time and effort they'd put into riding fromDraughonto Tummel, and now they had to head back. They had to be exhausted. She could never thank them enough.
When she moved her head the slightest bit, soreness and pain latched onto her skull.Oh, dear Lord!She forced herself to lay still, willing the pain away.
Before she knew it, Rebbie returned and snuggled up to her again, so comforting. "Are you awake?"
"Aye."
"How do you feel?" he murmured.
"My head hurts."
He gently smoothed the hair back from her face. "Want me to have one of the maids bring more tea?"
"Nay, I thank you. I'll be fine."
With him holding her, she drifted back to sleep.
Calla awoke again when someone rapped their knuckles on the door.
"Now what," Rebbie grumbled. He arose and opened the door. "Aye?"
"The guards sent me to tell you, they found MacFadden." Mistress Hillman's voice sounded distressed. "They wish you to come to the courtyard."
Chapter Fourteen
"What the blazing hell happened to him?" Rebbie asked, staring down at the bloody corpse of MacFadden, mostly covered in a plaid. But from what he could see, his throat and one of his arms looked mangled.
