Insolent: The Moray Druids #1 (Highland Historical) by Kerrigan Byrne Read Free Book Online

hope.”
    His head turned to the side, and she could again make out the profile of his brutal features in the moonlight. “It is I who am sorry, Princess ,” he sneered. “For if that is the case, then all hope is lost.”
    Morgana opened her mouth to beg, to berate, to seduce him into action if she had to. But all that escaped her was a gasp of shock and pain as an arrow whistled through the darkness and lodged itself in her shoulder.

Chapter Seven
     
    The force of the impact drove Morgana to her knees and she fought to regain the breath that had been knocked out of her with desperate but fruitless gulps of air. The fear that another arrow would find more dangerous purchase seized her, and she fought harder to regain control of her lungs and her body.
    She looked down at the weapon protruding from her shoulder. Three swan feathers bedecked a willow shaft. This was a Saxon arrow.
    How had the Saxons found them so soon?
    Another whistle screamed through the silence of the night, and Morgana looked up just in time to see the warrior reach out and pluck the arrow from the air, snap it with his fingers, and fling it to the ground.
    Then he was gone. Without a single word or a glance back at her.
    Had the warrior saved her life only to leave her here, wounded and alone, with naught but shadows and blood to keep her company?
    The thought frightened and galvanized Morgana at the same time. She may be alone, but she was not defenseless. As long as there was water, there was a weapon. And, though she couldn’t take a life, she could certainly incapacitate an assailant or two long enough to get away.
    She hoped.
    Fighting a rush of dizziness as she stood, Morgana stumbled back toward the river, cradling her wounded shoulder with her good arm. The pain pierced and burned at the same time, and she knew that in order to heal the wound, she must first remove the arrow.
    The kiss of a breeze preceded the tickle of another feather against her cheek as it whizzed past. Morgana dropped to the ground again, hissing as the movement burned through her shoulder like a cruel brand. She didn’t allow herself to contemplate the inches she’d just come from the end.
    She was about to crawl through the moss to get to the brook, when the unmistakable sound of a death cry followed by a very final sounding crunch echoed through her little grove. The succession of rustles, growls, screams, and wet, sickening sounds made Morgana want to cover her ears, but she didn’t.
    Because she knew who stalked the darkness.
    She should have guessed that he wouldn’t have left her, even if his counterpart wanted to.
    When the struggles in the foliage abated, the warrior stepped from the trees looking like a shadowed wraith of fury and muscle.
    Morgana didn’t have to see the obsidian eyes and bestial snarl to know that the Berserker beast had returned, and he brought the wrath of the Viking war gods with him. When he sighted her, he made a sound that vibrated through her bones, something between a purr and a snarl.
    Before she could call out to him, she was gathered into his arms, again cradled against a chest as smooth and hard as tempered steel.
    “It’s you ,” Morgana murmured to the beast. It surprised her how glad she was to see him, this blood-thirsty creature. To her, he was a rather tender monster, and much more preferable than the grim, suicidal Viking.
    Gingerly, he tucked her injured arm against her chest and held it there, making more a sound of distress than she did. His concern for her and the pleasure he felt at torturously killing those who dared to wound her radiated from his feral emotions.
    Finding herself oddly touched, Morgana rested her head against his shoulder. “I can heal it,” she reassured him through teeth clenched against the pain. “But first we must go, in case there are more.”
    He grunted in denial, the instinct to kill still surging within him and reaching out to her.
    “Please… take me home,” she whispered