Forbidden Highlander by Donna Grant Read Free Book Online Page B

trust him, because the MacLeods were the only ones who could keep her hidden from Deirdre.
    Larena sighed and brushed the hair from her face that had fallen when she tracked the wyrran. She would have to tell Fallon she was a Warrior, but the one thing he and the others could never learn about was the Scroll she guarded.
    She had taken a vow upon having the goddess released. That vow meant everything to her, especially when she had seen the pride in her father’s eyes. She had been so scared of what the future held for her, but her father had believed she was the perfect person to guard the Scroll. She prayed he was right.
    If for some reason Fallon MacLeod wouldn’t aid her, she was still going to have to leave Malcolm behind. Even then Larena was taking a huge chance. He knew too much. If Deirdre ever discovered how much Malcolm knew of the Warriors, Deirdre would come after Malcolm with a vengeance.
    Larena knew she had been selfish sharing her burden with Malcolm, but she had needed a friend. He had never failed her. That would change, however, if Deirdre ever captured him. Malcolm would try to hold out, but in the end he would tell Deirdre everything.
    When that happened, there would be no place Larena could hide where Deirdre couldn’t find her.
    What a mess Larena had dug for herself. She should have been stronger, she should never have told Malcolm more than he already knew or guessed. And most of all, she should never have involved him in her schemes to find the MacLeods.
    She touched the spot on her neck that Fallon had licked. She shivered as she thought about how it had felt to have his hot, wet tongue touch her. Larena closed her eyes as she recalled every inch of his body against hers, how his warm breath fanned her cheek, and how his long dark hair had tickled her face.
    Her nipples puckered, sending spirals of desire shooting between her legs as she recalled the feel of Fallon’s hard body pressing against hers, flattening her breasts. No longer did the cool night air bother her as her body heated and throbbed with a need she couldn’t ignore.
    Larena opened her eyes and took in a steadying breath. She needed to get control of herself. Fallon couldn’t know how his nearness unnerved her. It would give him an advantage she couldn’t allow.
    After seeing his claws tonight she knew he was the MacLeod of legend. It was time she spoke to him. If Fallon couldn’t help her, then she needed to hide. Whether the wyrran was here for her or Fallon, it had come to the castle.
    And that wasn’t a good sign.
    Larena turned herself invisible before she made her way back to the castle and her chamber. Just as she expected, Malcolm stood waiting for her. She grabbed a blanket from the bed to shield herself before she made herself known.
    Malcolm blew out a breath when he caught sight of her. “I was worried.”
    She forced a smile so he wouldn’t know the turmoil inside her. “I can take care of myself.”
    “No wyrran have come to the castle before, Larena.”
    She moved to the tub, not caring that the water wasn’t hot. She waited until Malcolm turned his back to her before she climbed in. “I don’t know why the wyrran was here. Was it for me? Or was it for Fallon?”
    “It could have been for either of you.”
    Her stomach pitched wildly at his words. “I know. I must speak to Fallon tonight. No longer can I wait. I must know if he can help me or not.”
    Malcolm sighed but kept his back to her as he took a chair near the hearth and sat. “I saw Fallon searching the castle for the wyrran. He’s cautious, Larena, which could be a benefit if he helps conceal you.”
    “He’s been hiding for three hundred years, of course he’s cautious. I’m curious to know why he’s here though. Did you learn anything?”
    “Aye. He wants his castle given back to the MacLeods. He had come to seek an audience with the king.”
    She nodded to herself as she continued to wash the blood from her body. “The wyrran is