“Don’t be an idiot,” Bain snapped as movement caught his eye.
His attention focused in on the folly, and he stopped breathing entirely when he saw the door swing closed.
“Fuck,” he said.
“What?” Darach shouted.
Someone was inside the tower.
“Call Matt,” Bain ordered. “I think somebody’s taken Rona into the folly.”
Because there was no way she’d go in there alone, not after the many warnings he’d given her. Rona was reckless for sure, but she knew to take his explosives expertise seriously.
“What?” Darach bellowed.
Bain couldn’t reply. His heart was beating so loudly it was a drum in his ears. A cold sweat broke out on the back of his neck and his palms began to tingle. He was a kick in the arse off a full-blown panic attack—just at the thought of Rona being inside the folly.
A folly full of explosives.
Not inert explosives either. On its own, Semtex would have been harmless. But it wasn’t on its own. Bain had rigged each block with a blasting cap. And sure, he was the only one with the detonator, but that didn’t matter. Blasting caps were notoriously delicate. If someone kicked a cap, or hit it with something, it would set off a chain reaction that would take down the folly, and bury Rona beneath it.
He couldn’t breathe.
His hands were shaking.
This was not happening.
Darach barreled through the trees beside him, followed closely by Kade. Their appearance was the shock he needed to get out of his head and pull himself together.
Rona needed him.
Kade ran to Conall, lifting the scarf to check his wound. “This doesn’t look good,” he said to his brothers.
“Doc’s on his way,” Darach said, giving Bain a worried look. “Are you sure you saw Rona go in there?”
Bain shook his head. “I saw the door close. But somebody else was here. Conall’s been hurt and the food Rona was carrying is all over the ground. I think somebody took her into the folly.”
“Who?” Darach asked.
“I don’t know,” Bain said. “Her crazy parents maybe.”
Who knew what they’d do if they found out Rona had managed to get explosives into the folly.
This was too much. He couldn’t wait for the police to arrive. He had to do something now.
“I’m going in after her,” he told his brother.
“What do we do?” Darach looked more afraid than Bain had ever seen him.
“Keep everybody back,” Bain ordered. “Get the doctor and Matt here as fast as you can. And pray that all I saw was a trick of the wind, and that Rona’s out there laughing with the Knit or Die women.”
With that, he started running toward the folly.
CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
“I don’t think we should be in here,” Rona said, trying to keep her voice as calm and steady as possible.
Which wasn’t easy, considering there was a woman at her back holding a knife.