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with her back to him. He didn’t touch her, questioning her in a tightly control ed voice. The only emotion he re vealed was when, after what seemed like hours, he’d stormed from the tower, cursing the MacDonalds. Ali blinked, trying to keep the tears at bay. She couldn’t cry anymore. He believed she was a spy—that she betrayed him—and that wouldn’t change. She saw it in the way he looked at her. Heard it in the words he’d spat at her, words she wished she could forget. Felt it in the way he had touched her. She’d thought she’d been hurt before, but it was nothing compared to this.
Ali listened to the dul scrape of the blade as she chis
eled her way to freedom. Two of the bars were loose; only three remained. She didn’t know where she would go, but she knew she couldn’t remain at Dunvegan. The looks of betrayal from Mrs. Mac, Fergus, Iain, and Connor would be too much to bear.
And Rory—wel , she couldn’t think of him without her heart breaking into little pieces. Tel ing him the truth wasn’t an option. She wouldn’t betray the others any more than she already had. But no way in hel was she going to let anyone torture her. The thought of leaving Rory was no longer as difficult as it had once been. He didn’t love her. He felt nothing for her now but disgust. At the sound of heavy footfal s on the wooden staircase that led to the tower, Ali careful y dislodged the dagger. Grabbing a piece of linen, she swept the powder under the bed, then tucked both the cloth and the blade beneath the thin mattress. She heard the guards mutter something before they turned the key in the lock and the door creaked open. Iain entered, his face drawn. He carried a tray with a piece of bread and a mug of what she assumed was water.
“I thought your brother planned to starve me.”
Iain shook his head. “Why did you do it, Ali?” he asked, joining her on the bed. He set the tray down beside him 186
and offered her the chunk of bread. She politely refused, accepting the water instead. “Yer no’ plannin’ on starvin’
yerself, are you?”
Ali smiled. “Of course not.” But she didn’t plan on making it easy on Rory either. Let him suffer thinking she starved herself.
“You stil havena’ told me—why, Ali?”
She stared at the water in her cup. “You did boil this, didn’t you?” she asked, taking a deep swal ow. Iain sighed.
“Aye. ’Tis because my brother’s marryin’
Moira, isna’ it? ’Tis what both Fergus and Mrs. Mac believe.”
Ali nodded. It was the truth. Emotion knotted her throat.
“Do you think they can ever forgive me?”
Iain squeezed her hand. “Aye, we were hurt is al . We thought you’d come to care a little fer us and your life at Dunvegan.”
Ali placed the cup on the tray and smoothed her hands over her gown. Her gaze shot to Iain, praying he didn’t notice the white dust that coated the dusky pink silk. He didn’t. She wouldn’t have been so lucky had it been Rory.
“I did. I do. It wasn’t an easy decision, Iain, and I’m sorry I disappointed al of you. I real y am.”
“I canna’ fault you, and I thank you fer no’ tel in’ my brother the truth. My only regret is it cost you dearly. But doona’
worry. Fergus and I are thinkin’ on a way to convince Rory yer no’ a spy.” He gave her a weak smile. “The wee tale you told Connor might be of some use if we can con
vince my brother you meant to protect the flag from Moira.”
Ali groaned. “What did Rory do to him?”
“Nothin’. The lad was feelin’ guilty and went to Fergus. He’s blamin’ himself fer you bein’ held in the tower.”
“Iain, you have to tel him not to feel bad. I just would have found someone else to tel me.”
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Iain grimaced, then patted her knee. “I’d best go. Rory is no’ fit to live with these days. If I stay longer than my al lotted time, he’l have my head.”
Ali raised a brow. “Sounds like he and Moira wil make a charming pair.”
Iain gave her an odd smile. “The MacLeans are no longer here. The signing of the papers has been put aside for now.”
Ali tamped down a sense of hope. Nothing could come of it. Not now. “Thank you for coming.” She chewed on her lower lip, then asked, “Iain, would you be able to get me some linens? It gets cold at night.”
He ran his hand through his tawny brown hair. “Sweet Jesu’, what have I done to you, Ali? I should just tel him the truth. You should no’ be locked away up here.”
