In Bed with a Highlander by Maya Banks Read Free Book Online Page A

Alaric raised one eyebrow as if to say I told you so.
    “All right, Crispen, what exactly did you promise?”
    “That I wouldn’t tell you who she was,” Crispen blurted. “I’m sorry, Papa.”
    “I see. What else did you promise?”
    Crispen looked puzzled for a moment, and across the table, Alaric smiled as he caught on to the direction Ewan was headed.
    “I just promised I wouldn’t tell you her name.”
    Ewan stifled his grin. “All right, so continue with your story. The lady saved you. How did she do this? Was she camping with the men you tried to steal the horse from? Were they escorting her to a destination?”
    Crispen’s brow creased as he struggled with whetherhe could divulge such information without breaking his promise.
    “I won’t ask her name again,” Ewan said solemnly.
    Looking relieved, Crispen pursed his lips and then said, “The men took her from the abbey. She didn’t want to be with them. I saw them bring her into the camp.”
    “God’s teeth, she’s a nun?” Ewan exclaimed.
    Alaric shook his head adamantly. “If that woman is a nun, then I’m a monk.”
    “Can you marry a nun?” Crispen asked.
    “Why on earth would you ask a question like that?” Ewan demanded.
    “Duncan Cameron wanted to marry her. If she’s a nun, he can’t, can he?”
    Ewan straightened and shot Alaric a fierce look. Then he turned to Crispen, trying to keep his reaction calm so that he didn’t frighten his son.
    “The men you tried to steal the horse from. Were they Cameron soldiers? Were they the ones who took the woman from the abbey?”
    Crispen nodded solemnly. “They took us to Laird Cameron. He tried to make … her … marry him, but she refused. When she did, he beat her badly.”
    Tears welled in his eyes, and he made a fierce expression to hold them back.
    Again, Ewan glanced over at Alaric to judge his reaction to the news. Who could this woman be that Duncan Cameron wanted her badly enough to steal her from an abbey? Was she an heiress sequestered there until her marriage?
    “What happened after he beat her?” Ewan prompted.
    Crispen swiped at his face, leaving a trail of dirt over his cheek.
    “When she came back to the room, she could barely hold herself up. I had to help her to the bed. Later awoman woke us and said that the laird was in a drunken sleep and that he planned to threaten me to make her do what he wanted. She said we had to escape before he awoke. The lady was afraid but promised me she’d protect me. And so I promised her that I would take us here to you so that you could protect her. You won’t let Duncan Cameron marry her, will you, Papa? You won’t let him hurt her again?”
    He gazed anxiously up at Ewan, his eyes so earnest and serious. He looked so much older than his eight years in that moment, as if he’d taken on a great responsibility, one far greater than his age warranted, but one he was determined to follow through with.
    “Nay, son. I won’t allow Duncan Cameron to harm the lass.”
    Relief flooded Crispen’s expression and suddenly he looked extremely weary. He swayed in his chair and leaned over on Ewan’s arm.
    For a long moment, Ewan stared down at his son’s head, resisting the urge to run his fingers through the unruly tresses. Ewan couldn’t help but feel a surge of pride at the way Crispen had fought for the woman who’d saved him. According to Alaric, Crispen had bullied Alaric and his men the entire way back to the McCabe keep. And now he was bullying Ewan into keeping a promise Crispen had made in the McCabe name.
    “He’s asleep,” Alaric murmured.
    Ewan carefully ran his hand over his son’s head and held him solidly against his side.
    “Who is this woman, Alaric? What is she to Cameron?”
    Alaric made a sound of frustration. “I wish I could tell you. The lass wouldn’t say a word to me the entire time she was with me. She and Crispen were as tight-lipped as two monks with vows of silence. All I know is that when I