only hope he was refusing his king's offer.
"King David was sure you would be pleased by this offer when he received your
message demanding redress for the English baron and his daughter's deception."
Talorc had sent a message to the king telling him of Abigail's secret? He had
demanded redress? The nights of making love since then meant nothing. The fact that he
had never repeated her words of love or indeed acknowledged the truth of hers made
perfect sense now. Talorc had just been biding his time until his king annulled the
marriage. Just like Sybil, Talorc had made plans to get rid of Abigail permanently.
Pain lanced through her and she doubled over. Guaire's arms were there, stopping
her from falling. She looked up at him, but she could not form the words to tell him what
she had heard.
His eyes were filled with compassion, but determination was there, too. "Do not let
them see your pain."
She nodded, sucking in air and resolve. She forced herself to stand straight and
step away from him.
"We either go back through the kitchen or walk through the great hall. Your
choice."
As annoying as she found Una, the other woman would be much easier to hide
Abigail's devastation from. She pointed toward the kitchen and Guaire nodded, then led
the way. Their pace was much more sedate this time, though they did not dawdle in the
kitchen. Thankfully, Una was not there at the moment.
They found her outside. With Niall. Kissing.
Guaire's entire body went rigid with shock, the anguish of what he saw causing him
to cover his face.
Niall pushed the widow away, his gaze zeroing in on Guaire with unerring
accuracy. He opened his mouth to speak, but Guaire spun away, dragging Abigail with
him.
If Niall called after them, she could not hear, but she felt the vibration of the ground
as he chased after them. She did not know what Guaire said over his shoulder at the big
warrior, but the scarred man did not follow them onto the path to the lower bailey.