Gwen sighed. “So what are we going to do?”

“The only thing we can do—take all precautions. We’ll triple the guard rotations. I’ll send them out combing the countryside. And we’ll wait. Now that we know there is a threat, it shouldn’t be too difficult to avert. Drustan will go nowhere unaccompanied. Robert, our captain of the guard, will serve as his taster.”

“And in the meantime,” Nell said, taking Gwen’s hand, “we women-folk will set our minds to happier things, mayhap select the room ye wish to use when ye have wee bairn.”

Silvan turned a beatific gaze upon them. Gwen didn’t miss the way his gaze lingered overlong on Nell. Nor did she miss the heated glance that passed between them.

Hmmm, she thought. Seems they finally came to their senses, without my help.

She might have been mortified had she known just how she’d helped them.

“Aye, now, there’s a sound plan,” Silvan said. “And rest easy, m’dear. We’ll avert the threat.”

For the next few days, Gwen immersed herself in plans for the future. Drustan was a strong man, smart, and his castle well fortified. Now that they were aware of the impending threat, they would indeed unmask the enemy, and life would be all she’d ever dreamed it might be.

23

Besseta’s eyes were dark with terror as she watched the MacKeltar guard thunder past the cottage. The news she’d overheard in Balanoch earlier today was true! The guards were returning with Drustan’s betrothed! She hadn’t even known they’d ridden out to fetch her—thanks to Nevin’s refusal to discuss the goings-on at the castle.

Now she had arrived—the woman who would kill her son!

Trembling, Besseta crept away from the window and nearer the fire. She rubbed her hands together, trying in vain to dismiss a chill that had nothing to do with the weather. The chill was in her heart, ne’er to be thawed lest she secure her son’s future.

She’d bartered for the gypsies’ services several days earlier, but, unaware that the laird’s betrothed was arriving so soon—more of Nevin’s fault for being so close-lipped—she’d not specified the date for Drustan’s abduction. She’d planned to use herbs to drug the laird, then lure him to the loch where, helpless, he would be enchanted. Now she had a better idea. She would go to the gypsy camp this very night and instruct them to act immediately, take his betrothed, use her as lure, then enchant them both.

She snatched up her cloak in trembling fingers and hurried to the door. Nevin was still at the castle and would be for several hours if he stayed true to his schedule. Utterly oblivious to danger all around him.

She squeezed her eyes tightly shut, clutching the door and steeling her will. It was almost over. Just one more day, brave the gypsy camp one more time, and her son would be safe.

And mayhap, just mayhap, that horrible sucking darkness would finally leave her alone.

The evening Drustan returned, Gwen, Silvan, and Nell, alerted by the guard that rode ahead, waited on the front steps of the castle.

Gwen felt her heart might burst from happiness. Her gaze lingered long on the two magnificent men, talking, clapping each other on the shoulder, and jesting as they dismounted and the stable master led their horses away. She’d had a part in that, she thought, smiling. First goal accomplished. Drustan’s brother was safe.

When Drustan reached the bottom step, she flung herself into his arms.

He swung her up into his embrace and kissed her hungrily. By the time he’d finished, she was gasping for air and laughing.

“My turn?” Dageus teased.

“I doona think so,” Drustan growled. Then his scowl faded and he smiled at his brother. “By Amergin, ’tis like a dream. I still recall standing in her century, mourning you, brother. Have a care with yourself. I never want to suffer that again. I expect you to live a hundred years or more.”

“I plan to,” Dageus assured him. Then he smiled at Gwen, and she caught her breath. For a moment, she thought him nearly as gorgeous as Drustan. Those lionlike golden eyes of his…

She glanced up at Drustan, who had arched a brow, watching her.

“Oh, come on,” Gwen said lightly. “I can’t possibly not notice how attractive he is, as much as he looks like you.”

Drustan rumbled deep in his throat.

“But I married you,” she said pertly.

“Aye, that you did, lass. That she did, Dageus,” Drustan said pointedly.

“Doona be getting yourself in a fankle,” Dageus said lightly. “ ‘Tis plain her heart is only for you. If you’ll recall, she didn’t care for my kiss.”