Highlander Most Wanted (The Montgomerys and Armstrongs #2)(78)

Genevieve slipped from the bed, leaving Bowen to sleep as she quietly dressed. Then she went next door to Taliesan’s chamber and let herself in. It was dark within the chamber, with only a few dying coals in the hearth to give light.

She went to Taliesan’s bed and touched the girl’s shoulder in an effort to wake her.

“Taliesan. Taliesan,” Genevieve whispered.

Taliesan stirred and turned over. “Genevieve? Is aught amiss?”

Her voice was groggy and heavy with sleep.

“Nay,” Genevieve whispered back. “I came to say goodbye.”

Taliesan sat straight up in bed, pushing the covers aside. Then she started to scramble up and Genevieve put out a hand to halt her.

“What is it you have need of?” Genevieve asked.

“I wanted to light a candle so that I may see your face,” Taliesan said.

“Remain in bed. I’ll light a candle and fetch it back to the bed.”

Genevieve went to the fireplace and added logs so that the flames would begin anew. Once a steady flame licked over the wood, she lit a candle and brought it back to the bed where Taliesan sat, her brow etched with concern.

“What is happening, Genevieve? Tell me you aren’t striking out on your own again. I worry for you so.”

Genevieve smiled and reached to cover Taliesan’s hand with her own. She gave it a gentle squeeze. “Your friendship means much to me, Talie. ’Tis the only bright spot in the year I’ve been imprisoned here. But I am a prisoner no more. Bowen is taking me away. We are traveling to Montgomery Keep. I am free.”

Taliesan reached forward and pulled Genevieve tightly into her arms. Her hug was fierce, and Genevieve could feel the wetness of Taliesan’s tears on her neck.

“I am so glad for you, Genevieve. You deserve happiness.”

“I could not leave without first giving you my thanks and telling you goodbye. I will miss you, Talie. I will not miss anything of this place except for you.”

Taliesan pulled away, her eyes wet with tears. “I will miss you as well, Genevieve, but ’tis glad I am that you are away from here.”

“I wish I did not have to leave you,” Genevieve said unhappily. “ ’Tis not a happy place to be, and ’tis not known what the fate of the McHugh clan will be.”

Taliesan shrugged. “They have made their fate. Now they—we—must face the consequences of all we have sown.”

“God be with you, Talie. And may we one day meet again.”

Taliesan hugged her again. “And God be with you, Genevieve. If we should never meet, I will long carry our friendship and cherish it.”

Genevieve caught her hands and squeezed. “I must go back now. There is much to be done before dawn, and ’tis when we are leaving.”

“I will be down to see you off,” Taliesan promised.

Genevieve smiled warmly at her. “I would like that.”

Genevieve leaned over to kiss Taliesan on the cheek and then hurried toward the door before sadness overwhelmed her. It made no sense to suffer any regret over her departure, but she would miss Taliesan. The lass had been a warm and welcoming face in a sea of hatred and animosity. Genevieve would never forget it, or the kindness that Taliesan had shown her.

When she let herself back into her chamber, Bowen was awake and dressing by the fire. He glanced up, relief lighting his eyes.

“I did not know where you’d gone,” he said gruffly. “You worried me.”

She went to him, hugging him fiercely. He seemed surprised by the spontaneous gesture and hugged her back, holding her to him for a long moment.

“I was but saying my farewell to Taliesan,” she said quietly. “She is the only person I shall miss. She is the only person who has been kind to me during my sojourn here.”

“She is a good lass, with a valiant heart,” Bowen said.

“Aye, ’tis true, that.”

“We have a short time before we depart,” Bowen advised. “Is there anything you wish to take with you?”

“Only the chest at the foot of the bed,” she said in a low voice. “ ’Tis all that survived the attack on my escort. It has the bow my father gave me, and my wedding dress my mother sewed herself. Ian destroyed all else. I would take them if ’tis acceptable. They are all I have left of my parents.”

He touched her cheek. “Of course, lass. ’Tis not too much of a burden for you to take your belongings. I will see that they are packed in a cart to bear back to Montgomery Keep. Pack anything else you wish to take with you inside the chest and I’ll have my men bring it down.”

“Thank you,” she said, touching his cheek in kind. “I’m ever grateful to you, Bowen. No one has ever shown me such kindness. I’m overwhelmed.”

He brought her palm to his lips and pressed a kiss to the soft flesh. “Your happiness means much to me,” he said simply. “Now, let us go and prepare for our journey. Graeme will be anxious to return to Eveline, and I must say my farewells to Teague and Brodie.”

Chapter 38

Genevieve waited nervously by the horse Bowen had selected for her to ride. Bowen was conversing with his two brothers and Brodie Armstrong a short distance away, and she knew once Bowen said his farewells to Teague, Graeme would come over, because Bowen said he wished to be introduced to her.