“I didn’t let the Warrior get you before, and I won’t let the memories harm you now.” He turned her so that she lay across his legs, his arms supporting her. Shivers of delight ran from her head down to her fingers and toes. His touch helped control the horror that filled her with every memory that surfaced. Lucan’s hands had moved to her hair, stroking the long, thick strands and massaging her scalp.

She pulled the rug over the small door and whispered that she loved me.” He had never lied to me, so I let Mum shut me in the hole. He winked at me over his shoulder and told me everything would be all right. “Did you hear what they thought was coming for them?” Lucan’s hands were firm and gentle, soothing and encouraging. She then whispered words I couldn’t understand, but she told me it didn’t matter.”Ĭara couldn’t stop trembling. She told me to stay safe, to stay quiet no matter what I heard. “Mum kissed me and put her necklace around my neck. I started to cry, begging them not to leave me. It was large enough for all of us, but they wouldn’t come with me. “Mum put me in a hole we’d dug beneath the floor of our cottage. She laid her forehead on his shoulder and drew in a shaky breath. Her arms wrapped around him, her hands gripping his tunic as if he were her lifeline. She inhaled his scent and his heat, letting it relax her. Mum began to cry, her tears silent as they turned to look at me.”Ĭara didn’t pull away when Lucan drew her against him. He held his sword and it dripped with blood.” She remembered watching the blood drop from the blade to a puddle on the floor. “When Da finally returned, he was sweaty and breathing hard.

“Do you remember what clan you belonged to?” Lucan’s hands began to rub up and down her arms, giving her warmth. Mum paced our cottage, wringing her hands in between telling me to eat.

Dangerous highlander by donna grant