Last Wish (Highland Magic #4)(59)



‘Look,’ I said, biting my lip to take my mind off the rest of my pain. ‘Tipsania Scrymgeour won’t go ahead with the wedding until she sees him. You’ll only have to come back later. It makes sense to bring him along now.’

The guard didn’t pay me any attention but propelled me at speed through a maze of dark wooden corridors. I could still hear Candy shouting; it wasn’t until I was dragged up a set of shaky stairs and taken out onto the deck that his voice finally faded away.

As good as it felt to get some fresh air into my lungs, I remained rigid with tension. Although the boat was busy with deckhands, the sky was still dark. Not just that, there was a fair wind gusting and repeatedly making my loose hair fly into my face. Cuffed as I was, I couldn’t brush it away so, effectively blinded, I tripped and stumbled my way along.

I stretched out my senses. There had to be useful magic here that I could steal. The guy holding me was definitely Sidhe. I concentrated on pulling on the thready tendrils of his Gift but it was no use. It refused to come. Another strain of violent magic, then. With Morna dead, the MacQuarries corralled and Taylor seriously injured, maybe sticking to my pacifist guns wasn’t such a good idea.

I was forced to stop, the guard’s heavy hands pushing me downwards until I was on my knees. The good thing was that I was more sheltered from the wind and could see again; the bad thing was that I was eye-level with his groin.

He cupped himself. ‘You like what you see? Right now, you’re in the perfect position. We’ve got time. The Steward won’t mind if I enjoy myself a bit first.’

I drew back my lips. ‘Sure,’ I said. ‘I’ve still got teeth. This could be fun.’

His face twisted. Suddenly a surge of power sprang from him, striking me in the chest. Cold spread across my body, numbing me down to my arteries.

‘Not so funny now, are ya?’ he spat.

Someone shouted from behind and, distracted, he turned to talk to them. At the same moment, a merman strolled down the deck towards me, his large arms wrapped around a box entitled ‘wedding favours’. He didn’t glance at me as he went past but I could see his gills flapping rapidly at the back of his neck. If I hadn’t appreciated how dire the situation was before, the sight of Brochan on a boat of all things would have hammered it home.

Brochan paused at the gangplank and shifted his burden, ostensibly to get a better grasp on it, as the guard returned his attention to me. He was holding a swathe of dark shapeless material.

‘Black?’ I enquired. ‘I’m not sure that’s an appropriate colour for a wedding. Before we go any further, could I get something to eat? Something sugary would be best. I’m feeling rather shaky.’

The guard’s lip curled. He shook out the material and began to pull it down over my head.

‘A boiled sweet would do!’ I called out before the hood completely covered my face. ‘Even just a barley sugar… I’m sure I saw some below deck.’

He cuffed me on the side of my head and I went reeling. I let out a muffled squeak and righted myself. Although the hood was claustrophobic, it was vital that I stayed calm. Brochan would have understood my message. It was me the Sidhe were worried about so the chances that there was a guard watching Candy now that I’d gone were slim. Brochan would have a good chance of freeing the Wild Man. We needed all the help we could get.

I was hauled up again and elbowed in the back. I stumbled forward, almost completely disorientated. Then I felt myself moving downwards, no doubt onto the gangplank. The wood under my feet felt unsteady and I could hear the sea lapping angrily against the side. I considered pitching to the side and falling in but, between the cuffs and the hood, there was too much that could go wrong. I told myself to act like a good girl. I could still find a way around Aifric’s machinations.

I wished I knew more about Muck. I’d thought there would be time to research it properly before the wedding so any reading I’d done was scanty. I knew it was a tiny island – less than two and a half miles from end to end – and the native population reflected its size. Beyond that, we could have been landing on the moon for all I knew about the place. Its size meant we wouldn’t have far to travel. Given how long it took me before my feet hit solid ground and I left the gangplank that was just as well.

I was jostled and shoved and yanked along. At least there was a proper tarmacked road so I didn’t stumble as much. I sensed someone else join us, muttering a barely audible conversation to the guard as we shuffled towards wherever we were going. Then something scratched at the back of my neck and I felt the fabric of the hood shift. A moment later, Bob’s weight settled in its usual spot behind my ear.

‘Don’t speak,’ he warned in a low whisper. ‘This is the first time they’ve been distracted. They’re watching out for me and I have no desire to become genie kebab because of you, Uh Integrity.’

He was all heart. I exhaled and let out a soft murmur, simply to let him know that I understood.

‘Good. Now listen. You know from my message about Taylor how he’s doing. It’s not looking good for him at all. He’s a lost a lot of blood and I’m not sure he’ll make it beyond the end of the day. I think there might be some organ damage. You need to prepare yourself for the worst.’ He sighed. ‘Humans are so delicate.’

Tears pricked at the back of my eyes. No. I was not going to let him die. Not if it killed me.

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