"It did."
"Then you found the men who hurt Angus?"
"Aye."
"And?"
"And what?"
"Did you have to kill anyone?"
He thought that had to be the most ridiculous question ever put to him. She whispered it and then gave Gavin a worried glance. Alaric didn't know what to make of his wife. She looked irritated with him. The woman was simply too illogical to bother with.
But very appealing. He'd only been away four short days and nights, but it seemed much, much longer to him now. That admission made his mood black. She was still dressed in her English garb—he'd noticed that sin right away—and he was beginning to realize she was just as stubborn as he was. Mayhap even more so. "Six, seven," he announced in a hard voice. "Would you like to know how I killed them?"
She took a step back, forgetti
