In her mind, she was thinking up all the ways she was going to make these villains pay for kidnapping her. Merciful heavens, if she had a chance, she would gut every one of the fiends! They had no right to snatch her off the crowded streets of Stirling! The thieving rogues would pay. When her family discovered what happened to her, they would be out for blood. Her vindictive thoughts were cut short by a deep voice close by. “Hamish, what say you to a little wager?” “Aye Dougal, what do ye have in mind?” “I wager it willna be long before the laird’s bride is swooning at his feet. A sennight at most.” “’Tis a fact that the lassies canna resist the laird. But I’m athinkin’ it will take longer. The lass is a scrapper, aye, and I have the bruises to prove it.” “Aye, ye’re right about that, the little she-devil put up a good fight. ‘Tis a fact that the laird willna care if she is willing, especially since the buxom lassie Gwen will be keeping him busy.”
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