“Nay!” Jacqueline cried out in shock and dismay.
Angus, though, was resolute. “Aye. If not with his own hand then as surely as if ’twas.”
“But this cannot be! It makes little sense at all.”
“It makes perfect sense. Airdfinnan was the prize.” Angus breathed the name of the holding as if ’twas an incantation. He granted her a quelling look. “Do not suggest to me that that old feud is forgotten.”
“What feud?”
Angus’s gaze flicked over her features and his eye narrowed. His voice dropped low. “I have no obligation to tell you of your clan’s wicked deeds. The chieftain of Clan MacQuarrie will surrender Airdfinnan to see you safely home again, and that is all you need to know.” With that, he stared grimly at the road ahead and evidently thought all discussion complete.
But Jacqueline shook
