Page 78 of Highlander’s Captive

“What the hell is this?” Amy said.

“The one thing ye and I have been after, lass. Yer freedom.”

Amy shook her head in confusion. “Some sort of a cellar?”

He blinked, his frown deepening. The friendly expression on his face disappeared, and something dark and even threatening passed through his eyes.

Something was wrong.

Amy stood up, slowly, and the desire to flee, to get as far away from him as possible clenched her stomach.

“Aye, lass,” he said, his face softening again. “’Tis a cellar.”

The sense of danger disappeared, but she felt uneasy nonetheless. “So how will it help me get home?”

Hamish had just opened his mouth to say something when a soft thud came from somewhere upstairs, or at least from the storage room.

Hamish froze. “We must leave, lass.”

He grasped her by the arm and led her out of the room. They stopped, listening for any other sounds, but nothing came. Hamish climbed the stairs first, silently. He looked through the slit of the cracked door, then gestured for her to follow him.

On the ground floor, one of the guards had fallen over—that had been the thud. But both were unconscious.

“Go,” he whispered, taking her torch. “They’ll wake up any minute, and no one can see us together. Craig canna find out ye came here again.”

Amy nodded, shaking. She should tell Craig. She should just tell him about Hamish, and the whole truth about her being from another time.

She wouldn’t be going home tonight, and her heart ached with worry for Jenny, still left alone. But she would get to spend more time with Craig.

And that was the sweetest thought of all.

Chapter 27

“Where have ye been?” Craig whispered, pulling Amy closer.

Her skin felt a little chilly under the shift. Wrapped in furs and blankets, by the fire, he’d felt cozy and warm. The only thing missing had been her.

“Couldn’t sleep,” she said.

“Something troubling ye?”

She kept silent, and he rose on one elbow, the last of his sleep gone.

“What is it?” he asked and gently pressed on her shoulder so that she would turn to him.

She did, and he noticed the tears glistening in her eyes.

“What?” Craig said.

“I need to tell you something.” She sighed and bit her upper lip, her face in a mournful grimace. “I’ve just seen—”

He covered her hand with his, his heart beating violently in his chest. She lowered her eyes and shook her head. She let out a deep sigh.

“That can wait,” she said at last. “There’s a more important thing, Craig. I’m afraid.”

“Of what?”

“Of what I feel for you.”