Page 97 of Bond of a Bewitched Highlander

"Can you remember the names of them?" He had asked her that before, and she couldn't recall.

Glancing away, she thought for a long moment. "Duncragle! I remember that because of how unusual it sounds."

"Never heard of it. Where is it?"

She shrugged and shook her head. "Oh, and Glenhaish is another one. 'Tis about five or ten miles away from Kincreag. My brothers and I have ridden past it before."

Brodie frowned. That sounded promising. "In which direction?"

"'Tis south of Kincreag, I would say. Mayhap a bit southwest."

"What does it look like?" he asked.

"'Tis a dark gray stone castle on a loch. Two towers."

"In good repair?"

"The curtain wall is damaged and partly knocked down, but the castle is not as ruinous as Dunrhyne. William said 'tis at least two hundred years old."

"Which loch is it on?"

She frowned in deep thought and bit her lip. "I do nay recall."

Brodie nodded. "I think I can find it. Once I'm well enough, I'll go in search of it."

"I'll go with you," she said eagerly.

"Nay!" He glared.

"Oh, you're going alone, are you?"

He shrugged. "I'll take Kenneth and several of my clansmen."

She narrowed her eyes as if she had her doubts.

"I did nay lose that much blood, lass. I'll recover in short order." Natural selkies healed faster than humans. Would that apply to him also? He hoped it would.

"The quicker you eat, the quicker you'll heal and regain your strength," she said.

"Did Finnian tell you to say that?"

She rolled her eyes. "Nay. Anyone with good sense kens that."

"I might stomach some broth, mayhap bread. Can you send in Ruskin, my manservant, to help me dress? I cannot stay in bed all day."

"You could get dizzy and fall!"

"Nonsense."

Elsea opened the door. "He wishes me to bring him some broth. Do you think he is well enough to get out of bed?"

"Nay." Finnian trotted in. "I advise against it, lad."

"I just want to get dressed and sit in the chair. I'm nay riding into battle."

"You may sit on the edge of the bed," Finnian said. "We'll see if it makes you dizzy or causes your wound to bleed."

While Elsea was gone to retrieve the food, Brodie reluctantly obeyed Finnian and stayed sitting on the edge of the bed, pain lancing through his wound. Lightheaded, he swayed. The longer he lay abed, unmoving, the more strength he would lose. He could not allow that to happen, regardless of the pain.