the priest. “I warn ye, doona’ ever threaten my daughter again or ye’l be verra sorry ye did.” Color drained from their faces. “Fire the stake,” Alasdair roared. “And make certain I see no other raised in its place.”
Those that had come from Dunvegan cheered, rushing toward Ali. “We’l see you at the keep then, my lady,” Mrs. Mac said with tears in her eyes.
After returning their happy smiles and good wishes, Ali slumped against Alasdair’s broad back, too weary to do anything but. “Yer safe, my pet, yer safe.” He patted her leg. Rory leapt from the boat, leaving the men that accompa nied him to pul it onto the rocky shore. Soaked through to his skin from rain and sweat, but he barely noticed, too intent on rescuing Aileanna. They’d crossed The Minch in the middle of the night, thankful for the winds at their back. Racing along the path to the courtyard, Rory cal ed out to the men on the parapet. “I need four of you to accom pany me to the vil age.”
If his men were surprised to see him, they didn’t show it. Cedric shot him a sympathetic look. “We wil na’ make it, my laird. The trial is already underway.”
“Nay, I wil make it on time. There’s a chance she’l be proven innocent.”
Byron shook his head. “It doesna’ look good, my lord. I ken she’s innocent, but after Jamie’s accident . . .” The man gave a helpless shrug of his shoulders.
“What . . . what happened?” Connor had been so ex
hausted on his arrival at Lewis that Rory had been unable to get more than a few words from him.
“The lad drowned in the loch. He was dead, my lord, I swear it, and yet she brought him back to life.”
“The lad drowned in the loch. He was dead, my lord, I swear it, and yet she brought him back to life.”
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to protect her. With evidence such as that, there was no question in his mind she’d be found guilty. Heart pound ing, he raced for the keep before it was too late. He knew what had to be done. There were no other options available to him. He couldn’t al ow her to die.
Rory threw the door to his study open and pul ed the books from the shelf to get at the secret compartment behind them. His hand shook as he withdrew the fairy flag. Closing his eyes, he clenched the piece of silk in his fist and slammed it into the wal . The books from the shelf above crashed at his feet. Rory took the stairs to the tower two at a time, knowing he had no choice but to use the clan’s last wish. Al he could think of was Aileanna. He had to save her. His chest grew so tight he thought it would explode. His throat ached from choking back the emotion, the pain of losing her. A rush of cold air whipped at the flag as he raised it.
“Good-bye, mo chridhe, my love.”
Rory strode from the keep. “Back to the boat,” he barked at the men who awaited his command in the courtyard. As they prepared to set sail for Lewis, Rory took one last look at Dunvegan and the fairy flag on the tower fluttering in the wind. She was lost to him forever, and he cursed the fairy flag and the superstitious fools who had forced his hand. Haunted by images of Aileanna—her beautiful face, her laughter and her strength—he wanted to be as far away from everything that meant anything to him as he could get. He’d lost the only woman he truly loved. And not even Dunvegan or thoughts of his clan offered him peace.
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As the distance between Ali and the vil age grew, the tension inside her eased. Exhausted, she clung to Alasdair.
“’Twil no’ be long, lass, and I’l have ye back at the keep.”
Ali smiled, raising her head as the tower of Dunvegan beckoned in the distance. A cream colored piece of fabric fluttered at the very top. Ali gasped.
Alasdair, as though sensing her distress, twisted in the saddle to look back at her. “Aileanna, what is it? What’s wrong?”
“Take me to Armadale with you, Alasdair. Please,” she choked out on an anguished sob.
“Aye, my pet, whatever ye wish.” He took one last look at her before he waved his men on. “We ride fer Armadale.”
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blurred before her eyes. Ali didn’t know how long it would take for the fairy magic to work, but she couldn’t be at Dunvegan when it did. To spend whatever time she had left surrounded by the people she loved, only to disappear, would be unbearable. They were lost to her forever.
“Wake up, lass, we’re home. There sits Armadale.” Alas
dair pointed proudly to the fairy-tale castle perched on a sloping hil with a loch below. Ali shook off the last remnants of sleep, glancing at her hands and the landscape to reassure herself the flag’s magic hadn’t worked—at least not yet. “It’s beautiful,” she final y managed to croak. The horses clomped across the cobblestoned courtyard. Servants rushed to greet them. Noting Ali’s presence, they held back, their jaws dropping in open astonishment. A lovely looking woman, her auburn hair lightly streaked with gray, stepped through the massive oak doors with a warm smile on her face. Catching sight of Ali, she clapped a hand to her mouth. Her cry of dismay brought several servants to her side. Alasdair sighed. “That would be Fiona, my wife’s sister. After Anna left with the babe she remained to care for Brianna.”
Ali’s eyes widened. “Your wife’s name was Anna?”
Helping her from the horse, his brow furrowed. “Aye.”
