Page 45 of A Highlander's Vow

She sighed. “Am I going to be allowed to take care of my needs and clean myself up?”

He nodded. “Aye. We doona mean to make this hard on ye.”

Megan gave a brittle laugh. “Perhaps ye can have someone clean up the back of my head. ’Tis sure I am that there is dried blood there.”

Anthony stood and walked over to one of the warriors. It might have been the one who took her, she wasn’t sure since by the time she got to the point where she might have been able to identify her captors, they knocked her out.

He waved his hands around, shouting at the man, turning and pointing at Megan. He then walked off and pulled a warrior aside and spoke with him. The warrior looked in Megan’s direction. He nodded at Sinclair and walked over to her.

He also squatted in front of her. “I’m to take ye to the nearby creek so ye can do what ye need to do.”

“I will need a cloth to clean myself up.”

The warrior, no more than a lad, nodded, left her, spoke with Sinclair and returned to her with a piece of linen. He untied her from the tree and helped her up.

They walked in silence away from the camp. She was dizzy, whether from the smack on the head, or what had happened to her in the last few hours she didn’t know.

Now that she was able to think clearly, she wondered how soon after she was taken that Gregory found her missing. If he thought she was still working with Emma, he would have no reason to seek her out until it was time for the evening meal.

She looked up, assuming from the position of the sun that it was getting close to that time. Would he come after her? Would he be glad to be rid of a wife who was only a duty? Her heart said no, but her aching head had its doubts.

She felt better after taking care of her needs and then washing in the creek. After cleaning herself, she dipped the cloth in the creek and handed it to the warrior. “Can ye please clean the injury on my head?”

The young warrior stepped back, his eyes wide. “I doona ken howto do that.”

Megan sighed. “All I need ye to do is place this on my head and see that all the dried blood is off. I tried the best I could, but I need someone else to finish it up.”

He reluctantly took the cloth from her and patted the area. She wasn’t convinced that he got rid of all the blood, but it would have to do.

They walked back to the camp. He settled her down in front of the tree and tied her. It wasn’t as secure as it had been before, but any likelihood of her escaping was slim. She had no idea where she was and wandering around by herself was more dangerous than the situation she was in.

She dozed for a short time, it seemed, based on the position of the sun once again. Hopefully, the knock she took on her head was not something serious. She knew from working with Emma that head injuries could be dangerous.

The Gunn squatted down in front of her with a flat piece of wood holding some roasted rabbit. Although she would have liked to push it away, her stomach reminded her it needed food if she was to remain strong through this.

He held out the meat. “I am happy to offer food to my soon-to-be wife.”

“I am no’ yer soon-to-be anything.” Still, she took the food.