He leaned closer to her. “How did you escape, then? Did they leave you unguarded?” He expected her to perhaps say that indeed they had left her unguarded for a moment and she took the opportunity to run, or some such unlikely explanation. The fanciful tale she wove instead was completely unexpected. Ella looked at Ceann earnestly. “I knew he would kill me, if not right away, then eventually. I knew I had to get away. I tied all of the linens in the solar together and lowered myself out of the window. I went through the postern gate and into the woods… I…” “Where were you really?” Ceann interrupted in a low, menacing tone. Ella made a sound of utter frustration. “I just told you where I was you bloody man! Why would I make up such a story? Do you know what I went through to escape? You’re in danger, your uncle wants you dead!” She had stood up, and clenched her fists at her sides. She had the urge to hit him again, but thought better of it with his present mood. “Come to think of it, I don’t care if he does kill you! Though I bloody well might beat him to it!” She crossed her arms across her chest and let out an angry breath, her eyes shooting daggers at him, her lips pressed together in silent rage.
