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    Irritated with him, and disappointed as well, she stepped away, toward the window, closing her eyes as the breeze cooled her flushed skin. She went up on her tiptoes and looked below her.
    She could see part of the bailey from her vantage point,and beyond a large loch, surrounded by purple hills, the heather abundant and fragrant. Any other time she might have enjoyed the view. But the enormity of her predicament hit her like a ton of bricks. What if this really was it for her? What if she couldn’t return to her own time and spent the rest of her life here locked away, forgotten?
    That could well be her fate. Wasn’t that what the tour guide had said? Annabelle had never been seen or heard from again?
    What if this was her fate? Dying in a cell, never to be heard from again.
    Tears stung her eyes, but she brushed them away. His hand came to rest on her shoulder, and a second later she was pulled up against his length.
    She closed her eyes, letting the tears slip down her cheeks and onto her borrowed cloak. His arms encircled her, pulling her close while he kissed the top of her head. “If I could change this, I would, Annabelle. I hope ye know that.”
    “Why do I have to be locked in the solar? I won’t escape.”
    “You are my prisoner, Annabelle. My people would never stand for ye to walk freely. They do not trust ye. Believe me when I say you are safer here in this room than anyplace else.”
    “I don’t want to be locked up like some animal, Brochan. I can’t. I’ll go crazy with nothing but these four walls around me.”
    He turned her in his arms, lifting her chin with gentle fingers, his thumb brushing over her bottom lip. “I will come visit ye every single day.”
    She knew there was no use arguing. He wasn’t about to let her walk free. His clan wouldn’t stand for it. He lowered his head and kissed her, without any of the gentleness of the night before.
    Rather, there was desperation in that kiss, his hands cupping her face as his tongue stroked hers.
    Her stomach tightened as fire rushed through her veins, swooping low to her womanhood. His cock brushed against her, already rock hard, and she thrilled at the knowledge that she excited him in the same way he excited her.
    She cupped his sex, her fingers smoothing over the fine material of his braies, molding it against his thick length. He lifted her, walking until her back met the brick wall. Her clit twitched, anticipating that hard cock buried deep inside her heat.
    He held her pinned with his weight, while he pushed his braies down, his cock erect, rising against his belly.
    He lifted her higher and she sighed when he thrust inside her wet heat. He cupped her ass, his fingers gripping her tight as his strokes increased.
    She kissed his jaw, his ear, her tongue stroking the ridge before dipping inside.
    His groan filled the room, and she clung to his shoulders as she started the ascent toward climax.
    Her entire body trembled as she came, her channel gripping him tight. He nipped at her ear as he held her hips steady, his cock embedded deep inside her.
    Nails biting into her tender skin, his strokes increased, harder, faster. Brochan groaned, his head falling back on his shoulders as he thrust and ground into her, not withdrawing this time.
    With trembling hands, he set her back on her feet, and she stumbled, her knees weak. “Ye have bewitched me, sweet Annabelle,” he whispered, kissing her once more before he pulled his braies up and tied them.
    Feeling his absence already, she let her gown fall back into place, glancing at the door to see a guard standing there.
    She blushed to the roots of her hair. Had he seen them make love? Chances were good that he had.
    “When will you return?” she asked, desperation in her voice. She glanced past his shoulder, to the sparse furnishings in the cell. The bed shoved into the corner, the desk and chair, a large trunk, which hopefully contained a good book or two.
    “I will return after