Chapter Twenty-Two
Rut
Rut paced outside the healing chamber, ignoring the conversation going on in the great hall. They could make their plans to find the bastards who stole the bairns, and she was sure they would, though she believed Lia to be in control of her own destiny. Faeries were real in her mind. She’d never met one, but she’d never mess with one either.
Time would tell in that respect.
She had more important duties to attend to.
She’d been waiting a long time for this. Her son was smitten, and with a lass who was as smart and feisty as they come. Rut had so many moments to tell Douglas about, the old goat, and he would enjoy every one of them, though she really believed that she needn’t tell him anything. Her dead husband watched over them all the time.
She’d just witnessed the event she’d been waiting for, and how fortunate that it had taken place in front of her own eyes. When Sloan had attempted to touch Meg, and Lennox had stopped him, Rut nearly stood and cheered.
Lennox was falling for Meg.
Rut MacVey, as the wife of the past chief Douglas MacVey, had an obligation to see this through. She’d done her duty and produced two lads to take over Clan MacVey, but now she needed to ensure there were a couple of grandbairns before she could move on.
Lads or lassies, it didn’t matter. The bairns that would come from Lennox and Meg’s loins would be powerful. Of that much, she was certain.
Any lass who threatened her son with an axe deserved to be a MacVey.
Now she had to maneuver this just so. It was her duty.
She’d overheard Meg mention Loch Aline to Lennox, and she’d heard him lie through his teeth to tell her he didn’t know of such a place, another event that nearly sent her to crowing. She’d never guessed that watching her son fall in love would be so damn entertaining. Now it was her turn to act.
She’d pull Meg aside and tell her that she had a way to find the exact location of Loch Aline, that she should come to their clan because it was closer to the loch, and that she’d send someone with her to look for Lia at Loch Aline.
Sure as the moon shone at night, that would be enough to piss Lennox off and force him into action.
Rut would not stand by and let this lovely lass get away. She needed a grandbairn, and she was about to get one in a year’s time.