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He stood in the doorway, looking like Zeus in a greatcoat. Instead of thunderbolts, however, he was armed with a pistol, aimed right at Mungo.
Mungo’s men yanked out their pistols and aimed them at Logan.
“Everyone, stop!” Donella shouted. “No guns.”
“Best listen to the lass,” barked another familiar voice.
She spun around again to see Alasdair advance from a dark corner of the hall, his weapon pointed at Roddy.
“I’ve got your son in my sights, Murray,” her cousin said. “If anyone makes a move, I’ll shoot him. So stand your men down.”
Mungo snorted with disgust. “Ye may as well shoot him. The lad’s useless.”
“Da!” Roddy exclaimed.
“Everyone put those blasted weapons down,” Donella ordered. “I’m perfectly safe, and you’re all just making things worse.”
“Get out of the way, love,” Logan said.
He’d lowered his weapon but looked enraged enough to kill both Roddy and Mungo with his bare hands. He stalked across the room. Behind him followed Lord Arnprior and Graeme, both pointing their pistols at Mungo’s henchmen.
Darting around the table, Donella intercepted her husband. “I’m fine, Logan. Truly.”
For a moment, she feared he’d bowl right past her, but he came to a halt. He loomed over her, his breathing fast and harsh as he inspected her face.
“They hurt you,” he ground out.
She rested a hand on his chest. “It’s nothing, I promise.”
Logan swallowed hard, then raised a gloved hand to gently touch her temple. “Your poor head, lass.”
“I bumped it when they hauled me out the window. It was an accident, really. No one meant to hurt me.”
“When Joseph said you’d been hurt, I—” He pulled her into his arms. “I thought I’d lost ye, lass. That would have killed me.”
Donella sank gratefully into his embrace. “Joseph saw that?”
“Aye, that’s how we found you. He followed you out the window, and Graeme figured out the rest.”
She drew back to search his face. “Please tell me Joseph is all right.”
“He’s fine.” Then Logan directed an irate glare at Mungo. “No thanks to you. My boy fell off the back of your bloody carriage. He could have killed himself.”
Donella turned to scowl at Mungo, too. “Really, sir, this nonsense must stop. It’s one thing to kidnap me, but to endanger the life of a little boy—”
“I had no bloody idea there was a bairn on the carriage.” He waved his arms, which brought his pistol back up. “Ye canna blame me for that.”
Allthe pistols went back up.
“No guns,” Donella again ordered.
Everyone ignored her.
Logan moved her aside. “Blame you, Murray? We’re just getting started.”
“Best stand down, Murray,” Arnprior said in a stern voice. “You won’t be picking a feud with just the Grahams. This is Kendrick business now, too.”
Mungo sneered at the earl but kept his pistol pointed at Logan. “Ask me if I care.”
