Page 81 of Highlander’s Haunted Past

“If she dies overnight, then I’ll order both of yer executions,” Laird Lovat said, his expression blank. “Goodbye, son.”

And, without another word, the Laird of Lovat took Rob by the arm and led him from the room, neither of them looking back.

* * *

Rob paced outside of his chambers. His clothes were still a little wet, and his head felt like it was ready to split in two, but nothing was going to keep him from staying right where he was.

When the door finally opened, an overweight man that reminded him a bit of the Earl of Sutherland slipped out.

“How is she?” Rob asked before the man had a chance to shut the door behind him. “Is she alright?”

“The lady is fine. She was warmed up just before the cold could do irreparable harm. It would not surprise me, though, if she caught some sickness. Likely a chill or fever.”

“What of the child?” Rob asked.

“My Laird, it would appear that—”

“Is it alive, or not? Aye or no?” Rob advanced on him, feeling his hand drop to his sword hilt. Murtagh had done him the kindness of bringing it back up from the dock after he and his father had gone down to investigate the scene.

“Aye!” the healer replied, glancing back and forth between the blade and Rob. “‘Tis my current assessment that the child is perfectly fine, though a great deal of that relies on Lady Kenna remaining healthy and resting well. I recommend that she remains in bed for at least a week and drinks plenty of hot fluids.”

Rob collapsed to his knees, running his hands through his damp hair in relief. What would he have done if he had lost two precious things in one day? What if it had been three? He took in a few gasping breaths.

“My Laird, are ye alright? Do ye need me to examine ye?”

“No, I’m fine. Can I go in and see her?”

“Aye.”

The chamber felt like an oven, the fire having been built up to a massive size in the process of warming Kenna up.

“Rob?” a soft voice called.

“Kenna,” he returned, going over to sink himself on the bed beside her.

“Is Hugh?”

“Banished. Starting tomorrow. Guards on he and Ellen until then.”

“I see,” she said nodding. “Are ye alright?”

“No. Not yet.”

Kenna reached up and cupped his cheek. “Is there anything I can do fer ye?”

“Get better. And quit getting into trouble.”

“I’ll do what I can,” Kenna replied with a smile, pulling him into a tight embrace.