The Viper (Highland Guard #4)(54)

Bella told herself not to listen. It would only make it harder. But her heartbeat quickened.

“What if something goes wrong?” Margaret said. “The constable will have us well guarded.”

“You’ve nothing to fear, my lady. My men will take care of the soldiers. An entire army would not stand in our way.”

Maybe not, but she would. “I’m not going,” Bella said resolutely.

“But why not?” Margaret said, confused. “Do you wish to take the veil?”

“The veil?” Lachlan asked.

Margaret nodded. “They are forcing her to take the veil.”

He swore.

Bella shook her head, scared that if she tried to speak, the tears closing her throat would break free.

“Then why not?” Margaret asked.

Lachlan’s mouth thinned. “Your cousin doesn’t trust me.” He pulled Robert’s ring out of the leather bag around his waist. “I brought proof that the king sent me, but it will not persuade her.”

That wasn’t the reason. But he was right: she didn’t trust him.

Margaret turned the ring between her fingers and looked over to Bella. “This is the king’s ring, cousin. Surely you remember it? What other reason could Lachlan have to be here? Surely it is worth the chance? You might not get another.”

Bella’s firmly set chin started to tremble. God, didn’t she think she knew that? No force of will could keep the tears from misting her eyes. She could fight one of them, but not two. She fell to the chair, her legs suddenly too weak. “I can’t,” she said hoarsely.

Sensing her distress, Margaret rushed to her side. Taking her hand, she fell to her knees. “What is it?”

“Joan,” she said softly, tears sliding down her cheeks. “They’ll hurt Joan.”

Briefly, she explained Simon’s threats against her daughter and the enticement of contact if she agreed to take the veil.

She tried to ignore Lachlan, but she could feel his eyes on her. “Bastards,” he muttered angrily.

She glanced up at him. Surprised by the sympathy in his gaze, she nodded. “Aye.”

Margaret squeezed her hand. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Bella shrugged. “There was nothing you could do. I didn’t want to worry you.”

“We’ll find a way to protect your daughter,” Lachlan said. “No harm will come to her.”

Ice ran down her spine. “I’ll not risk it. What if you could not reach her in time? Look what they did to me. What they did to Mary. Do you think they will stop at harming another child?” She shook her head resolutely. “Nay, this will be for the best. My daughter has suffered enough. I will not see her harmed for my sake. It’s a convent, not a prison. Perhaps I shall come to find peace with the nuns.”

They both gaped at her. She lowered her eyes, unable to meet their gazes.

“Damn it, Bella, you aren’t thinking straight. I swear to you the girl will be taken care of. I won’t let anything happen to her.”

She lifted her gaze to his. “I seem to recall you saying something similar to me before.”

He flinched. She didn’t think him capable of it, but apparently time had given him the vestiges of a conscience. His mouth fell in a tight white line. She could tell by the way his fists clenched and muscles flared that he was holding himself back. Clearly he wanted to say something—yell at her, probably—but he appeared determined to control himself.

Had the brigand learned some civility? Perhaps he’d changed more than she realized.

Margaret, who’d been pacing back and forth during the exchange, stopped. “I think I may have a solution.”

Bella didn’t allow herself to hope. She was cornered, with no way out.

“I will go in your place.”

Bella’s gaze shot to her cousin’s. “No! Absolutely not! I won’t let you sacrifice yourself for me.”

Margaret smiled. “It’s no sacrifice. It’s what I have always wished. I was planning to enter the convent with you anyway. I shall simply take your place.”

“Forever?” Bella asked. “For that is what this will be.”

Margaret nodded. “I will not change my mind. This is what I want.”

Bella tried to force her heartbeat to stop racing, telling herself it was impossible. “It won’t work. We can’t risk discovery.”

“It will work,” Margaret said. “We are of similar height and size.” She looked to Lachlan for support. “And I think not too dissimilar in appearance?”

He looked back and forth between them as if he’d never considered it. Why did the fact that he’d never noticed the marked likeness between them make her feel worse? If she didn’t compare to her cousin’s ethereal beauty before, she certainly didn’t now.

Bella hadn’t missed the shock in his eyes when he’d first seen her. If she’d wondered what toll her imprisonment had taken on her, now she knew. She told herself it didn’t matter. Beauty had never been important to her; indeed it had seemed more a curse. But the squeeze in her chest told her she was not without vanity.

“Nay, not too dissimilar. The countess’s hair is a little lighter, and her eyes are blue whereas yours are green, but with a veil, and to people who do not know you …”