The Ranger (Highland Guard #3)(117)

The guardsmen at the gate were so focused on watching what was in front of them, they didn’t see her slip past them.

“My lady!” one of the men called after her. “You can’t—”

She wasn’t listening. She darted a few feet beyond the gate, but didn’t make it far. The enemy soldiers had formed a line, separating Arthur and her father from the rest of the fight. When she attempted to run past them, one of the men caught her.

“God’s blood!” he said, lifting her feet off the ground. “Where do you think you’re going, lass?”

She opened her mouth to scream at the terrifying-looking ruffian to let her go, but then she heard Arthur speak and stilled in the soldier’s arms.

She couldn’t believe what she heard.

Arthur held a sword at her father’s neck, at the very point of achieving the vengeance and atonement that had driven him, and offered him mercy. Offered her father a chance to save them all. A chance that after what he’d probably done to him, her father didn’t deserve. A chance for a future.

He loves me, she realized. He loves me enough to put aside his quest for vengeance.

But if Arthur’s words had filled her heart, her father’s eviscerated her.

I’d rather see her dead.

She recoiled, wrenching out of her captor’s hold. Shock and horror made her cry out.

He didn’t mean it.

But she knew he did. He would rather see her dead than married to the enemy, even if she loved him. His harsh refusal of Arthur’s offer shattered what was left of her illusions.

But her cry was a mistake. A mistake more horrible than she could have imagined.

Her voice should have been lost in the heavy din of battle. No one should have heard her. But Arthur did. He turned at the sound of her voice, and the world seemed to stop.

Dear God in Heaven. Beneath the shadow of his helm the sight of his beaten, ravaged face made her stomach clench and bile rise to the back of her throat.

But the worse horror was yet to come. Out of the corner of her eye she saw her father’s sword flash.

“No!” She took a step forward, but the man caught her before she could advance. “Watch out!” she screamed.

Blind spot. She was his blind spot. But she couldn’t let him die for it.

Arthur spun, swinging his sword around to deflect her father’s death blow with enough force to rip her father’s sword from his hand and send it flying through the air.

Arthur raised his sword over his head.

Anna turned away, shielding her eyes from the horror of what was to come. He was going to kill her father, and after what he’d just done she couldn’t blame him.

She waited for the sickening thud of death.

But the silence seemed endless. It was so quiet that she realized the battle around them had stilled as well.

“Go,” she heard Arthur say. “You have five minutes to take your men and daughter from this castle.”

Her gaze shot back to her father—her father who was still alive. Arthur had lowered his sword and moved away from him. Her father had gotten to his feet, his face a mask of rage and defiance. “You’re a fool.”

“And you’re lucky that your daughter means more to me than your foul life. But I assure you, the king will not feel the same. Leave on your own or leave in chains. It matters not to me, but leave you will.”

As if to bolster his words, a cry came from above. “Ships, my lord. A half dozen of them, headed this way.”

Bruce.

Her father didn’t hesitate. Gathering his men, he ordered Ewen to evacuate the castle and bring whatever weapons he could carry.

The man holding her released her. She ran forward, but Arthur was already walking away.

He and the other Bruce warriors—she recognized her uncle among the group—moved to the side to let the MacDougalls pass.

Her uncle didn’t look too pleased with the arrangement, but after a quick but harsh exchange of words, he and Arthur stood silent.

Arthur wouldn’t look at her.

Why wouldn’t he look at her? She wanted to go to him, but he looked so remote. So distant.

Her heart squeezed with doubt.

She’d always thought he would be the one to leave her. But he stood like a sentinel: solid, stalwart, and true. A man to count on. A man who would stand down dragons and crawl through the fires of hell.

“Come, Anna. It’s time to go.” Ewen had come up behind her, attempting to steer her away by her elbow.

“I ...” She hesitated, her eyes flickering to Arthur as if expecting—hoping—he would say something.

Ewen gave her an uncertain look as he moved off with his men.

Her father must have caught the exchange. “Don’t do it, daughter. Don’t even think about it.”

Her gaze fell on her father. The man she’d loved her entire life. A man who was far more complex than she’d realized. It was hard to reconcile the loving father with the man she’d seen here today, though she knew they were one and the same.

For a moment, she wanted to go back to being that little girl who’d sat on her father’s knee and looked at him as if he were a god. To go back to when things were simple.

If she’d ever doubted Arthur’s love, she could no longer. Not after what he’d just done for her.

“I love him, Father. Please.”