the Captain nodded. “Keep them here, Ross,” Roan growled. The other man nodded darkly. “Ye think they plotted it as a group, that they were all involved?” “Something like that,” Roan muttered. ..ooOOoo.. Roan took Isla with him to Graem’s bedside, primarily because he was afraid of what might happen to her if she was left alone. As perceived by the rest of the castle, she was the sister to their Laird’s would-be assassin. He had a horrible sense that Isla wouldn’t be safe if he wasn’t there to protect her. He feared that she would be blamed. He knew his wife was bright enough to realize that was the motive for his actions, and was part of the reason why she was loath to stand more than a few feet away from him. She hadn’t said anything to him, but Roan could see the questions about her brother burning in her eyes every time she looked up at him.
