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“I need ye to speak to me with words, Mae. Tell me what the problem is," Jonan said gently.
“Milaird... it's thecouncilman, nae, the commander, Callan,” she panted.
“I shall meet ye in a moment,” he said and started dressing.
“I should come with you,” Amelia offered as she got up to her feet.
Jonan nodded and openedthe door. The maid was just as frantic as she sounded. She was torn between returning to the incident and waiting for him to lead the way.
Laird McKay dashed down the stairs before his wife and maid. His long legs quickly covered the distance, getting him to the bottom of the stairs. A crowd of maids and guards had gathered around a scene Jonan couldn't see.
“Laird McKay!” Someone in the crowd yelled, and everyone returned their gaze to Jonan. They all bowed and cleared the way for him.
As he approached the center of the ruckus, he was stunned.He hadn't said a single word when he felt the presence of his wife behind him. When she saw what was causing the uproar, her face turned ghostly.
There was Callan, madbeyond belief, with a knife to the throat of an unknown man.
He had no trace of the Highlands on him. An Englishman? The pale expression on Amelia's face confirmed his thoughts. He considered questioning his wife about the man, but decided against doing so in front of everyone.
“Callan, what has this man done to vex ye?” Jonan asked his friend.
“He disrespects the clan with his words,” Callan replied. “He would be better served with his tongue cut from his treacherous mouth!”
“Who are ye, and what bring ye to me lands?” Jonan asked the man.
“Would you tell your underling to put his knife down?” the man hollered.
Jonanwas outraged by the man's lack of respect.
Despite the crowd, the tall Englishman paid no attention to anyone, not even the man holding a knife to his neck. The only person who caught his attention was his wife.
“Answer me question and I may yet spare yer life,” Jonan saidsternly.
The man's gaze moved from Amelia to him; hiseyes were filled with contempt.
“Answer the Laird or I swear, I shall cut yer pale English throat,” Callan threatened.
Jonan looked to his wife once again, and he saw that she had gotten behind him.
Who is this man? Does he bring word from her father? Does he come bearin’ words of war?
The man spoke his name confidently, as is typical of the English elite. “I am Lord Bennett and I have come to retrieve that which was stolen from me.”
