Nathan said gruffly against my ear, his bristly beard tickling my skin. “It will require a bit of work on yer part, but I think that ye can handle it. I ken that yer a braw, feisty lass and I have faith that ye can pull this off,” he said encouragingly. “Tell me. I’m ready,” I said, straightening my spine as I rested my back against Nathan. “Poison,” he whispered. “This is our chance to rid ourselves of the Cameron bastard once and for all,” he said confidently. I was ready and willing to do anything that would secure Devon’s release. I was even ready to kill a man. “Tell me exactly what I need to do,” I said, again feeling the sinking in my stomach. I was terrified of what I would need to do, but the prospect of losing Devon was unimaginable. I would do anything to get him back. Nathan quickly filled me in on the rough details of his rudimentary plan, then questioned me relentlessly over each small detail. His drilling committed the plan to my memory, and provoked a shaking in my hands that no matter how hard I tried, I could not quell.
