*Cait*
The council chamber is tucked deep inside the keep, but we can still hear the voices of the elders and Duncan echoing down the corridor. Rory and I linger just beyond an archway, shielded by a dark, heavy, hanging tapestry. We shouldn’t be here–we weren’t invited–but Rory’s expression tells me he’s listening as intently as I am.
Duncan’s voice rings clear above the others. “Lachlan Drummond has thrown in with the MacIntyres. The scouts saw the Drummond clan with their warband.”
There’s a long pause. Then the voice of an elder, “The man we were meant to ally with through your sister.”
My stomach knots. Even now, they speak of me like a bargaining piece.
“She made the right choice,” Duncan says firmly. “Cait saw what we did not. If she had married him, the enemy would already hav
