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“What do you mean?”

“They wanted you.”

She snorted. “That's ridiculous.”

He raised a brow. “Is it?”

“What are you saying?”

He thought, Who are you? Do the Campbells want you simply to hurt me? But said, “They wish to hurt me. Remember, they tried once before.”

“True,” she agreed. “But why put themselves in danger in order to kidnap me again?”

“I beg you to trust me,” he said. “Allow me some peace. Your confinement is for a short time, I swear.”

Elise studied him. “Your father concurs with this theory?”

“He does.”

“All right.”

“There is something else that would ease my mind.”

She sighed. “What is that?”

“I'm planning another trip to London. I wish to take you.”

Surprise flickered across her face, then her brows rose. “This, after nearly chaining me to the castle walls?”

“Beware, my sweet. You may yet find yourself in chains.”

“Sounds very nice, indeed,” she muttered.

Despite the feminine nonchalance, Marcus detected caution. Did she suspect what he had in store for her? “I said your incarceration would last only a short time. I will feel more secure if you're with me.”

“London?” she repeated.

Ah, there it was, a note of interest. “Aye.”

She looked thoughtful, then said, “Perhaps the Campbells would forget about me in the meantime.”

“Perhaps,” he said, though a niggling doubt said otherwise.

“I will go,” she said.

Marcus braced himself. “Good. Then I'll send for Father Whyte.”

Chapter Thirteen

“What?” Elise asked softly—too softly.

“I'll send for Father Whyte,” Marcus repeated.

“Why?”

“Last I heard, a priest was needed for a wedding.”

Her eyes widened. “Married?”