Page 99 of The Defiance of a Scottish Heart

“I’ll take one later. I have things to do.”

“What exactly?” he asked, handing Sholto the bread after taking a bite.

“I have a wee lass to kill.”

“Which one? You have enough enemies out there.”

“I’m going to put my blade in the heart of the one who did this to me.” He chewed on the bread and forced himself to a standing position, swaying a bit, but managing to take a few steps. “I just need my breeches, and I’ll get dressed.”

“I don’t think you’ll be swinging your blade yet, old man.”

“Mayhap not yet. But I’ll get her soon enough. I’ll not stop until she’s dead, and I’ll have my way with her first.”

“I’d wager you’ll have to wait a day or two with that thing on your leg.”

Sholto snorted, then grinned. “You make a good point, but I’ll still find her.”

“Where are you going? Who is she?”

“We’re going to Iona to the nunnery. She’s the one with all those braids, making her look like a Norseman.”

“You’re sure she’s there?”

“If she’s not, I’ll find her. I’ll not stop until she’s dead.”

THE END