preceded the kill. Soon it would be time. He must be very, very still as he sat here in their midst, only he deliciously aware that the god holding power in this holy place was Ramon Torres.
Elspeth and Dominic fell to their knees on the cushion before the altar.
The sound reverberated in the chapel, tearing through the misty veil that softened the moment to reveal the harsh ugliness of reality. The altar rail in front of Dominic splintered to reveal the paler fiber beneath the polished wood.
For a split-second Elspeth didn’t realize what had happened. Then she saw the deep red stain blossoming like a hideous flower on the shoulder of Dominic’s black suede jacket.
Her gaze flew to his face. She saw pain, weariness, and the most heart wrenching emotion of all, acceptance, as he slumped over the altar rail and then slowly slid to the floor.
Elspeth screamed!
The raw sound ripped painfully from her throat. With frantic swiftness she crawled the few feet to where Dominic lay, and lifted his head onto her lap. “No, dear heaven, no,” she whispered. “Dominic!”
He didn’t stir, his dark lashes still on his pale cheeks, his breathing shallow.
She was barely conscious of Shamus’s muttered curses, the pounding of his boots on the tile floor as he ran toward the back of the chapel. Where was he going? she wondered wildly. Didn’t he realize Dominic needed help?
Malvina was kneeling beside her. “Give him to me. I’ll take care of him.”
“What happened?” Elspeth didn’t take her gaze from Dominic’s face. “That sound-”
“He’s been shot.” Malvina’s tone was impatient. “Even a tenderfoot should be able to see that. Now move out of the way and let me tend my boy.”
Elspeth’s arms unconsciously tightened around him. “No!”
Malvina stared at her. “No?”
“You have no right.” Elspeth’s expression was fierce. “He’s mine now, and I’ll be the one who cares for him.” She carefully laid Dominic’s head down on the floor and smoothed back the thick dark curls from his brow. “Fetch Rising Star, she may have the same knowledge of herbal remedies as Silver does.” She turned to the priest. “I’ll need a knife to cut away his jacket, and some bandages.”
Father Benedict nodded and hurried away toward the door beside the altar.
“And do you intend to dig out the bullet?” Malvina asked caustically. “You think you’ll have the stomach for it?”
Elspeth swallowed. “The altar rail has been splintered. I believe the bullet passed through his body.” She looked down at Dominic, the pool of blood seemed to be spreading. Dear God, what if he died? Emptiness, darkness, pain. “Go away, I don’t wish to be distracted.”
“
“When I traveled with my father, I had to do a good deal of nursing because many of those in our party would fall ill or have accidents.”
“But have you tended to gunshot wounds?” Malvina demanded.
“No.” Elspeth took the lace mantilla from her head, folded it, and held it on the wound. Please God, if I have sinned, don’t punish me in this way, she prayed desperately. Don’t punish Dominic. “But it will make no difference. I will not permit him to die.” She lifted haunted eyes that held absolute purpose. “Dominic
“No, I don’t…” Malvina’s gaze met Elspeth’s. She nodded slowly, grudgingly. “I think I do understand.” She hesitated and then asked gruffly, “Will you let me help you? I’ve tended many a gunshot wound. Together we can keep him with us.”
Together. A swift jolt of agony shook Elspeth. Only a short time ago she had been thinking what a lovely bridge the word was forming over the gap that separated her from Dominic. Now it was being spoken with such a different meaning by his mother, whose expression revealed, that she, too, felt desperate about Dominic’s condition.
“Very well,” Elspeth said. She looked down beneath her fingers at the white lace that was now turning brilliant scarlet with Dominic’s blood. “I will let you help… my husband.”
“He’s stirring.” Malvina’s said to Elspeth, who was crossing the threshold into Dominic’s room. “I told you that little scratch wouldn’t be nothing to him. Hardly worth putting him to bed.” She stood up, looking down at Dominic with fierce pride. “It takes something a lot more powerful than one little bullet to kill a Delaney.”
Elspeth shuddered as she closed the door, and then moved toward the bed. “If the bullet had been six inches lower, even a Delaney wouldn’t have survived.” She set the small bottle of salve on the nightstand. “Rising Star gave me this to-” She broke off as Dominic moved restlessly on the pillows. A sweet stream of relief poured through her. Dear heaven, Malvina was right, he was going to get well.
“He’ll be waking up soon.” Malvina walked briskly toward the door. “I’ll be going down to tell Shamus before he leaves for Shamrock. You stay with Dominic.”
Elspeth’s smile was faintly ironical. “Thank you, that was my intention.”
Malvina turned as she opened the door. “Give up this stupid idea of leaving Killara. I can see that you care for my boy. Stay here and keep him safe.”
“You call this safe?” Elspeth gestured impatiently to Dominic. “I beg to disagree.”
Malvina looked slightly disconcerted. “Safer than anywhere else. We weren’t looking for any of our own to turn bushwhacker. It won’t happen again. Shamus will see to that. You just do your part and keep the boy here.”
Elspeth moved around the bed to the chair Malvina had vacated. Her gaze didn’t leave Dominic’s face as she sat down and leaned wearily against the brass-studded leather back of the chair. “I can’t keep him anywhere he doesn’t wish to be. He pays no mind to what I want and don’t want.”
Malvina smiled grimly. “Then find a way to make him pay attention. You were willing enough to face up to me and make me do what you wanted. Dominic shouldn’t be any harder to manage. You just do what I told you and-”
“No,” Elspeth said clearly, her gaze lifting to meet Malvina’s. “I will
The expression on Malvina’s face reflected annoyance, yet a flicker of grudging respect. “You don’t have to get huffy. In the end it will probably come down to the same thing anyway.” There was suddenly a glint of genuine amusement in the older woman’s hazel eyes. “Because you’ve forgotten something. You’re a Delaney now too.” She punctuated the statement with an emphatic shutting of the door.
Elspeth stared blankly at the dark mahogany panels of the door. Only now did it sink in that she was a member of this proud clan. No longer Elspeth MacGregor, but Elspeth Delaney, wife of Dominic Delaney, who was perhaps the fiercest and most dangerous of them all. A feeling of overwhelming pride surged through her in a passionate, primitive flow that contained elements of both excitement and challenge.
What strange transformation had happened to her in that blinding moment of revelation when she had thought Dominic had been killed? How could fear tear away the teachings of a lifetime and permit her to see the world with such simplicity? Questions. So many questions. She had been asking questions all her life and had at last found the answer to the most important one.
Love. She loved Dominic Delaney with all her heart and soul and realized now that everything else must stem from that source. It made no difference that Dominic did not feel a similar passion for her. No, she was lying to herself. That knowledge hurt unbearably but could not change her feelings.
“Elspeth…”
Her gaze flew back to Dominic’s face. His eyes were open, glittering in the dimness of the bedchamber. His face was tense and the wariness in those eyes made her ache with sympathy.
“Everything is fine. The bullet went through the fleshy part of your shoulder. Your mother said it was a clean wound and you should be up in a few days.”
“Who…?”
“One of the vaqueros saw Ramon Torres run out of the chapel and jump on a horse tethered in the back.” She swallowed hard. “It seems Torres was the one who drugged me and carried me to your room. Your mother questioned Rosa a short time ago and she said he had been in the kitchen while she had prepared my tray.” She shuddered as she felt again the chilling horror she had known when Malvina had told her it was Torres who had
