*Cait*
The ride back to the castle is slow, the air tense. Duncan’s arm is wrapped tightly with a crude bandage made from the hem of my dress, and he groans every time he shifts on his horse. I keep sneaking glances at him, worried he’s hurt worse than he admits. Rory rides silently behind me.
We approach the gate where guards give us curious looks but say nothing. Duncan dismounts and strides inside, his pace brisk despite the pain. He probably needs a sip or two of whiskey to knock out the sting before the surgeon looks at his wound.
Rory and I stay behind, tending to the horses. Lua had returned to the stable, just as I knew he would. His flanks heavy with sweat from the run, I loosen the reins, running my hand over his warm neck.
Rory’s gaze catches mine, the fire in his eyes smo
