Taken By the Highland Devil (Highland Devils #2)
Prologue
“Laird McLennan killed yer brother!”
Killian remembered those five words even in his deepest sleep. He could not forgive this atrocity, and neither could he forget.
The one thing that could take his mind off his murderous need for revenge was his current plot.
It is only befitting to take something just as dear to my enemy, is it nae?
A wicked grin spread across his lips as he watched the women with the children in the garden.
Sneaking into McLennan Castle had been quite easy. The laird’s guard was at its lowest now. Five years of peace, and Laird McLennan had probably forgotten how dangerous the Highlands could become once you made the wrong enemy.
Killian fixed his keen gaze on the women and the children playing in the garden again.
It was a cool evening, they had two guards watching them, and Killian thought it was beautiful to see the children play with flowers and have the women with them explain what each flower meant and could be used for.
He nearly smiled when one of them toppled over, and one of the ladies rushed towards the child. He knew of the laird’s blind wife, and judging from how the second lady sat still while the other one rushed to the child’s rescue, he could tell she was the blind one.
“M’laird, when do we make our move?” one of Killian’s guards asked using the sign language he had taught them for this mission.
After years of his travels to the Americas and also further down to the Eastern parts of Asia, Killian had learned enough skill sets that were beneficial to him as laird of his clan, even though he had not wanted the duties at first.
Killian was more than ready to avenge his brother’s death, and he only wished he’d had the chance to do it much sooner. The rest could follow.
The bitter bile rising in his throat was the sheer evidence of his anger, but somehow, the vibrant sound of the children’s laughter cut through and softened him a little as he looked at them. But it was just a fleeting moment.
Hardening his jaw one more time, Killian responded to his guard’s question using the same signs only they would understand. “Now. We leave the blind woman and the children unharmed. We only want the other one.”
His guards nodded and sprang into action after that, and so did he.
Killian leaped out of his hide-out with speed as one of his men attacked the guards and the other sprang to the blind woman to muffle her screams before she let them out fully.
The other lass sprang into action and attacked the man that got to her first. She took him down with ease and moved onto another, but Killian made it to her before she could kill him too.
He knocked her out with one swift blow to the head, and she fell into his arms, making it even easier to take her with him.
As Killian made his way out of McLennan Castle, he was well aware of the implications of his actions. He may have just started a war between Clan McLennan and Clan McColl, but it didn’t matter to him. He would wage war on Laird McLennan if it meant vengeance for his brother.