Pulse pounding, she tiptoed in Colin’s footsteps as he skirted the edge of the inner courtyard alongside the wooden outbuildings. He kept to the shadows, stopping every few steps to ensure she remained close behind. Near the entrance to the stables, he pressed her against the wall. “Stay,” he hushed. “Since I found a way across the river, the others might have as well. I dinnae care right now to deal with any MacDonalds.” “Be careful.” ’Twas her fault he was here. “Always.” With his claymore raised, he snuck inside. Eyes squeezed shut, she clung to the wall. A shuffle and a slap ricocheted toward her then nothing. “Arthur is here.” Colin appeared out the dark. She gasped and grabbed his shirtfront. “What about the others?” “Arthur crossed upstream, although he barely made it through. The others willnae be far behind him.”
