'Of course, but—'
Less than a minute later, Court stood outside with the wind swirling around him as he watched Hugh ride off at a reckless clip. Court was confident he'd reach her in time, and could almost pity whatever force had jeopardized Hugh's Jane. In fact, his only concern was if Hugh would be strong enough to resist his feelings for her. For Hugh's sake he hoped the shameless chit had outgrown her teasing.
Court ran a hand over the back of his neck, considering his own situation. Damn it, Hugh had been all that had gotten him out of Andorra. If his brother hadn't been there to warn and rail and commiserate with him, Court doubted he could've left. Now the temptation to return and find her was nearly overwhelming.
He watched the setting sun through a veil of darting leaves, but everything was dead to him, the colors muted. He had no plans, had no idea what he would do. He could go east with the others and ride for Otto or head north for home. He could go south….
Anna was better off without him. Established. But was she happy? Or was she as bloody miserable and bad off as he? Was she dreading her trip to Castile?
He'd given his oath to Llorente not to see her. Vowed not even to go near her.
And Llorente had proven himself a decent man. He'd presented Hugh with a fine steed for his help. To Court he'd offered a handshake, which was 'much, much harder to part with.'
In return Court again had given his word.
Hugh and Ethan had accepted their fates. But Court had dared to defy it for a time, and that was the only time in his life truly worth living.
He thought of the ten lines that had been seared into his mind the first day he'd seen the Leabhar, and narrowed his eyes. As the wind picked up again, rattling the trees, he turned to the south.
Court had a feeling he'd given Llorente his word as a gentleman.
Which was bloody convenient.
Autumn had arrived here on the mountain, and as regular as a clock, the meadow turned indigo with blooms. Annalía sank into the flowers to watch the sun go down—and to get away from Aleix and Olivia as they vainly tried to hide their feelings for each other. Annalía wanted to shout at them that she was enceinte, not stupid.
She plucked a bloom, then pulled the binding from her hair. Why not let it flow free? Would people talk? The way she was growing, in another month they'd have much more to talk about….
In response to the news of her condition, Aleix had wanted to kill the Highlander or drag him back here and 'force him' to marry her. Another dismaying option he'd talked about was going to the family in Castile. 'Should I take her there?' he'd asked Olivia. Asked Olivia!
Annalía answered again and again, 'I don't want to marry anyone you'd have to force to the altar or anyone sight unseen.' Besides the fact that she was still miserably in love with MacCarrick, Annalía refused to go to Castile, the very image of her mother, carrying a bastard.
Olivia's solution? Do nothing until they found MacCarrick. 'His mother will tell him soon enough that Annalía is pregnant. He'll know the book is wrong, and then he will find her wherever she may be. If she is wed, he will kill the unfortunate groom for touching her and collect her regardless.'
'Yet it could be months before he returns to London or receives any message from us,' Aleix had pointed out. 'Years, even, if he rejoins his men to the east. Her child will be a bastard in seven months if we don't get her married!' But fortunately, he'd taken her advice. Olivia usually did give good advice.
Since they'd arrived home, Olivia had settled in here, which wasn't that difficult since the people at the ranch were grateful to her for freeing Aleix. Even Vitale liked her. Annalía could only guess that he sensed a hardness in her, a fellow survivor, and respected her….
'It's getting chilly,' Aleix said from behind her as he pulled a shawl over her shoulders.
Before long, the snow would come, sealing them in from the rest of the world as though in a cocoon. 'I just want to watch the sun go down.'
'The guards don't like you out after dark.' Aleix had hired the men Ethan sent down, as they'd planned, until everything was settled in their country and around. She rarely saw them. Mostly they stayed at the foot of the mountain at the narrow passage to the plateaus. 'How are you doing?' he asked.
She tried to answer lightly. 'Besides being unmarried, with child, and abandoned, I'm far too splendid.' She'd merely accomplished sullen, and sighed. 'I believe I've topped even Mother's…peccadilloes.'
'What do you mean by that?'
'Her affairs.' She waved her hand as if she didn't care. 'Everyone always said I looked just like her, that I was just like her.'
'Affairs?' he choked out.
She faced him with a frown. 'I've heard the rumors. I know she abandoned her family because of… passion.'
'You think that's why Mother wasn't here?' he asked, his voice incredulous. 'She had an affair with a man—a good man named Nicolás Beltrán—whom she'd been in love with her entire life.' When she shook her head in confusion, he continued, 'They were caught eloping, and the family sent her away. It would've been as if someone had forced Mariette away from me the night before our wedding to marry an older stranger in exile. Mariette would've wanted me to come for her and nothing would've stopped me.'
'But what took him so long?' she asked, becoming completely lost in the story.
'When the family was through with him, he was penniless and in ill health. He had no idea where she'd been taken, and it took him years to find her.'
She gave him a bitter smile. 'Yes, but when he did, she left me, her own daughter, for him. It didn't affect you as it did me. You were grown, but I was devastated.'
'Annalía, she didn't go voluntarily. When Llorente found them together, he disowned her, forbidding her to come near you. Beltrán took her to France, where she wrote daily to Llorente, begging him to let her see you. She journeyed here again and again, but he always intercepted her. She didn't stop trying until she died, a year later.'
'B-But I always thought she'd left me for a man. I thought she chose him over her own family. That she'd never looked back and had crushed Father with her indifference.'
'At Mother's funeral, I talked to Beltrán. She had been telling him she would never leave her children when Llorente found them together.'
Annalía rose to pace. 'That bastard! How could Father keep my mother from me? How could he let me think she had many lovers? Aleix, he warned me that I would be like that!'
'Though I make no excuses for him, I know he was devastated because he'd believed she'd grown to love him. Annalía, I never suspected Llorente would poison your thoughts like that or I'd have taken you away myself.'
When she paced faster, he said, 'We should discuss this later. Once you're feeling better.'
'I've waited sixteen years for this! She'd told Beltrán no?' She was still shaking her head, disbelieving that everything she'd known was a lie. 'She didn't leave me of her own will?' She took her necklace between her thumb and forefinger and felt the stone.
'I was well old enough then to see that no mother could love a daughter more….'
She sank down and when the tears fell, she did nothing to stop them. 'I wasn't at her funeral! I never put flowers on her grave.' She leveled a watery glare at him. 'Why didn't you tell me all this?'
'I never knew.' He appeared dumbfounded. 'You were so young when this happened, and since you never asked me about her, I thought you scarcely remembered her.'
'I must go to her grave. I must give her the respect I never have.'
'You know I can't leave until things settle here. But we'll see how you feel after the baby comes.'
She wiped at her eyes. 'I'd always thought about going, but I was so angry and so afraid that I would do something like she did. Or what I thought she did.'
'Mother was a good woman with a kind heart. And you are just like her. I see it more every day. Tomorrow afternoon, when I get back from the council meeting in the village, I'll tell you everything I know about her, but you need to come in now. You're to be a mother now, too.'
She exhaled a faltering breath. 'Aleix, what am I going to do?'
'You're going to have a child that will be loved. We take care of our own.'
