The Viper (Highland Guard #4)(44)

By the time she did, it was too late.

“You can’t do this!” The frantic voice of the priest was the first hint of what was to come. Through one of the arched windows they could see the old man standing a few feet before the church door, arms wide, trying to block the entrance.

But the soldiers paid him no heed. The Earl of Ross and at least a hundred of his guardsmen had surrounded the church.

Dear God in heaven, they’d been discovered! She couldn’t believe it. It wasn’t just the shock of discovery, but also the egregiousness of what she was seeing that made her blink with disbelief: Ross was breaking the sanctuary of the church.

She heard Magnus swear. He and William exchanged looks. She knew they wanted to fight. William shook his head. They were outnumbered, even for men of their skill.

“Someone could get hurt,” William said.

Magnus nodded, his expression as grim as she’d ever seen it.

The men would be the first to be punished, imprisoned, or executed without trial. “Go,” she said. “Save yourselves. Nothing you can do will help us now.”

Both men looked outraged by her suggestion. “Our duty is to protect you, my lady,” Magnus said. “As long as there is breath in my body, I will do so.”

While Magnus went out to negotiate their surrender with the treacherous Earl of Ross, Bella tried to calm the rising panic of the other women. But there was nothing she could say. After over a month of hiding, of running for their lives, it was over. Ross would take them to Edward, and they would be at the English king’s mercy.

Thank God, Lachlan wasn’t here. It was fortunate indeed that he’d managed to escape their fate.

But where was he? Could he be watching? Part of her feared that he might do something rash to try to rescue them. The other part actually believed he could. If there was one thing she’d learned about Lachlan MacRuairi, it was that he would do whatever it took to get the mission done. He’d rushed into a burning building without thinking to save one man; what would he do with all of them?

When she’d stepped out of St. Duthac’s Chapel into the crisp morning sunshine to surrender to the Earl of Ross, she couldn’t help scanning the countryside, half-expecting him to race out of the trees.

The earl must have been watching her. Ross was similar in age and expression to Buchan—and just as stern and proud. He’d spent six years in Edward’s prisons after his capture at Dunbar; never would she have thought him capable of this travesty. “Looking for someone, Countess?”

She tried not to show her surprise, but her heart immediately started to pound. Ross knew about Lachlan, which meant … Oh God, what had happened to him?

Ross’s smile was smug. “I must admit I thought Bruce had better sense than to put an opportunistic scourge like that bastard MacRuairi in charge of you. The man can’t be trusted. He’s stolen rents for me for years. More than even the capture of Bruce’s ladies can repay.”

Bella rejected what he was saying, ignoring that her initial characterization of Lachlan had been much the same.

Despite what she’d accused him of, the thought that Lachlan might have betrayed them hadn’t occurred to her. Should it have? But at the mention of “repay,” a vague uneasiness settled in. “Where is he? What have you done with him?”

Her voice must have given something away. Ross lifted a brow speculatively. “The bastard is hardly worthy of your concern, Countess. He’s the one you have to thank for leading us to you. He won’t be any help to you now. But don’t you worry, Lachlan MacRuairi will get exactly what he has coming to him. All his debts will be paid.”

Bella’s stomach knifed. Leading us to you …

No, he wouldn’t. She couldn’t believe him capable of such treachery. To sell them to Ross, knowing what would befall them.

“Don’t trust me …” His warning came back to her.

Ross walked away, ordering his men to put them in a cart to take them to Auldern Castle.

William must have seen the horror in her expression. He came up beside her before she was roughly shoved into the cart. “There has to be a mistake, my lady. The captain wouldn’t—”

His voice stopped as disbelief filled his eyes. Bella turned in the direction of his stare, and gasped. Her heart seemed to shrivel in her chest. All hope that she’d been wrong died.

Lachlan stood at the base of the hill, surrounded by a handful of Ross’s men. He was staring at her. When their eyes met, there was no mistaking what she saw: guilt.

Her chest burned with emptiness, as if a big, hot stake had hallowed it out. She’d trusted him. She’d thought …

She turned away. Of all the disappointments in her life—her father, her husband—none had cut this deeply. By now she should have known better. She was no longer a fifteen-year-old bride or a little girl begging for crumbs of her father’s attention.

Lachlan had shown her the kind of man he was—he’d told her not to trust him—but she’d invented romantic fantasies, making herself believe there was something more to him. She’d actually convinced herself he cared for her. But all he’d wanted was what was between her thighs, and once she’d denied him that …

God, it shouldn’t hurt this badly.

“Chane—” Gordon tried to yell something as the cart was pulling away, but one of Ross’s men pushed him to the ground.