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The laird’s face was grim enough when he entered his chamber, but there was cold fury etched in it when he stormed out.
The two warriors had walked with their chieftain to his chamber, but they had barely even turned away from the door when he reappeared. The angry glare darkening Gavin Kerr’s expression made Edmund and Peter both jump aside and follow him as he marched in the direction of the south wing.
“We were talking, m’lord,” Peter puffed, trotting to keep up. “Edmund and I were, that is. And we were thinking that traveling around these Highlands unattended might not be the very best policy for such a man as yourself.”
“Aye. For instance, that gash on the side of your head,” Edmund put in. “If you’d been knocked unconscious in those hills...”
“Riding by yourself, m’lord, as yo
