Chapter 7 #4

not this time. Leif may have stood a head taller, but Roark

outmuscled him by two stone at least. Still, he would try reason

before brute force. If they got into a fight over Alina, it could

spoil their plans in any number of ways. “Your father has commanded

she remain a virgin until her father has paid the ransom. I’m only

making sure his orders are followed.”

Leif snorted. “You’re only sore you can’t

take her maidenhead yourself.”

“True enough,” Roark admitted, surprising

Leif. “But not sore enough to go against our,” he stressed

the word, “laird’s wishes. Besides,” he said, still speaking in the

Northern tongue so Gare wouldn’t understand what he said, “what

would Jenny do if she found out? She’d stop warming your bed, no

doubt.”

“It would almost be worth it,” Leif grumbled,

“to knock the Northern bitch down a notch or three.” He slapped

Roark on the shoulder, their standoff forgotten. “No matter,” he

said in the Green Isles tongue. “She’ll get her comeuppance soon

enough. So, what shall I tell my father about the foal?”

“Tell him the foal is improving, but is not

out of danger yet. We’ll likely be here, the three of us,” he said,

indicating Gare, “the night through tending and walking him.”

***

Alina rode Etain at an easy trot around the

paddock under a horned moon. It felt good to be on a horse’s back

again, even if it was in a fenced area in the middle of the night.

She patted the mare’s arched neck. “Good girl,” she told the

high-stepping, smooth-seated mare. “Thank you for letting me saddle

and ride you. I promise you we’ll be racing over the countryside

soon.”

It had been Roark’s idea for Alina to ride

Etain in the paddock after they’d settled Ash and Smokey in their

pen for the night. Roark intended for Alina and the mare to be used

to each other when they rode for the ship at the southern port.

He’d spiked the guard’s ale with a few drops of White Milk he’d

admitted to buying to drug Alina, and hadn’t needed to use. He’d

used a much more potent drug: himself. All he’d had to do was talk

to her and smile at her, and mesmerize her with those rain eyes of

his, and she’d fallen right into his trap.

“She’s really settled under your care,” Roark

said as he rode Artur alongside them. “Too bad the Sea

Maiden isn’t set up to transport horses or you could take her

with you.”

“My mother would fall in love with her. She’s

such an elegant, high-spirited horse. Aren’t you, my faerie

girl?”

Etain nickered and Roark chuckled. “Keep this

up, and she’ll swim after you all the way to Sea Ridge.”

“I’ll be sorry to bid her farewell,” Alina

said. She gave Roark a bittersweet smile. “And others.” She tried

to read his expression, but there was no moon to aid her. “At least

she’ll have you and Gare to look after her.”

Roark said nothing.

“What will happen to you and Gare when it’s

discovered you helped me escape?”

“If it works out as planned, nobody except us

will know Gare was involved. After you’re safely away, I’ll go to

my family and seek their protection. Unfortunately for Etain,

she’ll have to be returned to Roger as a peace offering.”

“You’ll seek your family’s protection,” Alina

said. “Are they likely to give it?”

Roark shrugged. “As likely as not.”

“And your betrothal to Gwyneth?”

“If I’m lucky, our betrothal will be

broken.”

“Along with your family’s alliance with

Roger?”

“Most likely.”

“Fucking Roger,” Alina spat. “I would’ve kept

my word and stayed for my family to ransom me. But now? I cannot

and will not stay. I will not let myself be sold into slavery.”

“I know,” Roark said. “Nor would I ever let

that happen to you.”

“I only wish you and your family hadn’t been

dragged into this.”

“My family put themselves into it when they

made an alliance with Roger,” he said, sounding more bitter than

she’d ever heard him. “They put me into it when they sent me to a

man of his ilk and betrothed me to his daughter for their

benefit.”

Alina moved Etain alongside Artur and laid

her hand on Roark’s arm. “I am sorry for you. You’re a good man, in

spite of who raised you. You deserve better.”

He laid his hand over hers and gave it a

gentle squeeze. “I used to tell myself my feelings and happiness

didn’t matter. It was worth sacrificing for the good of my family

and Roger’s, and all the people whose livelihoods depended on our

alliance.”

“And now you’ll sacrifice it all for me.”

Alina couldn’t let him do it. She couldn’t be the reason so many

people’s lives were destroyed. She’d stick to her original plan and

escape on her own, keeping him and Gare out of it.

“No, my lady owl,” Roark said.

“No what?”

“Don’t try to escape on your own. Don’t feel

responsible for what happens after you’re gone.”

“How could I not?”

Roark grasped her by the arm and both horses

stopped. “Do you truly think I could continue on here as I have

been, knowing what I do about Roger?”

“No,” she said. “What will you do?”

“I’ll find out everything I can about him and

his family before I get you free of him, and once you’re safely

gone, I’ll tell my father all I’ve learned and hope he

listens.”

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