woman. Once he let go of that fury, she'd never look at him the same. 'Anna, go see if you can find the horses.'
'No, I want to stay. I must ask him about Aleix.'
'I promise you this is no' anything you want to see.' She hesitated. 'Go now.' His tone was lethal. 'And if you try to leave, I swear to God you will regret it.'
She regarded him with a marked fear that he hated seeing, then hurried away. He faced Ruiz. 'How many more?'
'Infinite numbers until you are both dead. The way of the Rechazados.'
'Did you come from the group at the border?'
He said nothing, so Court raised the pistol and hammered the handle down on the man's skull. He choked back a sound of pain. 'W-We came through the main pass to France. We know nothing of the others.'
'Why her? She's only tried to return to him.'
'A moment of anger. He's since tried to turn us from her….'
'But your order never has.' Court had heard that one had better think through an assassination command with them because once set on a path, no force could move them from it.
'Never.' He sneered. 'I wonder if she knows you're the reason Pascal had her brother?'
Court put all his weight into it when he punched the side of his head.
He needed to focus. When a Rechazado got talkative, he doubtless was stalling until he could find a way to kill you. His giving you information meant nothing if he made sure you'd never live to use it.
But Annalía had to suspect him of it—if the fool hadn't attacked…'Wait, you said 'had her brother.''
'He escaped.' Ruiz smiled and flashed bloody teeth. 'He knows you have his sister. He's coming to kill you if we don't get you first. Mark your days.'
Court was almost so wrapped up in what he'd learned that he forgot that the more talking this one did, the closer he was to dying. Almost.
When Ruiz's fingers eased down his leg to the knife strapped to his calf, and he drew, Court shot him.
The report brought Annalía running. She glanced from the body to him, her face drawn.
What he wouldn't have given to know her thoughts just then. 'Did the horses bolt?'
'Yes, but I've coaxed mine back and tethered her,' she answered absently. 'Yours is down the hill by the stream.'
He nodded. 'We need to get these two farther off the road.'
Strangely calm considering the circumstances, she stood watch until he'd dragged the two deeper into the woods. Afterward, he collected her horse, then started toward the stream for his. She followed him, and even sank down on her calves just beside him while he took advantage of the cool water to wash off.
'Would you believe me if I told you news of your brother?' He stood and and helped her up. 'Would you trust what I said?'
'Y-You said not to trust you.' A tear slid down her cheek. Damn it, why did his chest hurt all the time?
'I'll tell you the truth.'
She took a wavering breath, then finally said, 'MacCarrick, does he still have my brother?'
Of its own accord his hand went to her cheek and brushed the tear there. 'No, no' anymore.'
Chapter Sixteen
'Why…how…explain!' she cried.
With an impatient look, he dropped his hands to his sides.
She knew he resented her ordering him about, but she couldn't help it. She had to know. 'K-Killed?'
'No, no. Your brother escaped.'
She grabbed his shirt with both hands. 'You tell the truth?'
'Aye.'
She shook his collar until he raised his eyebrows. 'That monster doesn't have him anymore?'
'No, Aleixandre Llorente escaped Pascal. In fact, you're in much more danger than he is.'
She released him. 'I must find him! Let him know I'm unhurt.'
'How do you plan to do that? We just confirmed that you're a Rechazado target. That's what they're notorious for—never missing a target. They'll trail you for as long as it takes.'
She held her forehead between her thumb and forefinger. 'I don't know! I can't think.' She began pacing.
'The posting house is up the road no' more than a few miles. You can eat, rest, and digest what's happened. And then you can plan.'
He was right. They'd just been dragging bodies off the side of the road—a cup of tea wasn't an unreasonable thing to desire! She could feel herself shivering, could feel her bandage beginning to dampen.
When she nodded, he helped her onto her horse, then mounted his own.
Aleix is alive! her mind repeated like a mantra. And free! She felt lighter, she felt…hopeful. She would find her brother, and then they'd figure out a way to defeat Pascal.
For three days, she'd feared he'd been killed, but every second that had passed, she'd plotted to get away from MacCarrick in case he hadn't been. Now to learn her brother was alive and free…
But what if MacCarrick was the one who'd fought him? Biting her lip, she watched the Highlander ahead of her as he looked to the sky, no doubt determining from the thunderheads that they were about to get drenched.
If MacCarrick and Aleix had been enemies, who knew what this man's agenda was? For all she knew, he might be planning to recoup his money by ransoming her to her rich brother. Clucking her horse on, she trotted up beside him. 'I have a question for you.'
He swept a glance at her, but said nothing.
'I want to know if you attacked my brother and his men.'
He didn't hesitate. 'I never attacked your brother.'
'You swear it?' she asked, looking up at him.
He met her gaze directly. 'Aye.'
'Why are you helping me now? Why not just ride on and leave me behind?'
'I plan to do that just as soon as I get you to this inn.'
At least he was honest about that. If someone like him had gone on about duty or helping her from a sense of gratitude, she would've ridden away from him as fast as she could.
At his reply, she smiled up at him, and his brows drew together. 'Still canna wait to get rid of me?'
Well, that depends on how you answer my questions… 'MacCarrick, how did you come to contract with Pascal?' She knew why Pascal had hired his men—she'd learned much at the smuggler's lodge. The band had been together and successful for nearly a decade, their reputation notorious. They were to train the deserters and fight against Spain. She could clearly see their appeal, but why would MacCarrick sign on with a despot?
'He was hiring. We were between jobs.'
'Would you have continued with Pascal if he'd paid you?'
'I canna say.'
'The men told me that I had it backwards. That you quit first and then Pascal refused to pay you for the work you'd done—not the other way around.'
'Did they now?' he asked without interest. But he didn't deny it.
They had, though she'd never quite believed them until now. 'So why Pascal?' she asked. 'Many thought his ideals were sound at first. Did you as well?'
He ignored her.
She wouldn't be dissuaded. She was about to make a decision and she needed facts. 'Pascal had you beaten because you defied him. Because you thought what he was doing was wrong. Isn't that what happened?'
He shrugged. Again no denial.
