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panicked and tried to kick her way free, but whoever detained her, held fast. Her arms and legs flailed at her abductor, striking him a few times. Even biting didn’t help free her. The man’s skin was thick and she couldn’t even break it with her teeth. No matter how much she squirmed and fought her captor wouldn’t release her. Tears sprang to her eyes as she realized the danger she was in.
    Something stuck her head, making her dazed and everything went blurry. She could barely stand on her shaky legs. Her body became heavy and she fell limply against the body of her captor. She succumbed to the darkness behind her eyes.
     

CHAPTER FIVE
     
     
    Kenneth McInnish wasn’t much of a religious man. He never thought he’d see an angel in the flesh, but he swore that’s what he was holding in his arms.
    “She makes my teeth ache,” he said more or less to himself. Aye, she was sweeter than the cakes his laird’s wife made. Bree made the best food in all of the Highlands, and Kenneth’s trencher always overflowed with foodstuffs.
    Sean stared at him for a good minute before his laughter burst forth. “Kenneth, I have never heard you say such cosh. Aye, she is bonny. Doesn’t match the description Alexander gave, does she?”
    Their laird heard them talking and moved to ride next to them. “I should have known you were listening that day.”
    “Laird, we only posted ourselves around the hall to protect you. Weren’t our fault you and Alexander spoke so loudly,” Colm said, objectively. “Besides, our hearing is sound. If you don’t want anyone to overhear, you might want to lower your voice.”
    Grey grunted in objection. “I don’t lower my voice for anyone. How did I not notice you?”
    “We’re good, Laird, aye very good.” Colm raised his eyebrows and flashed a grin.
    “Seems she’s not fair-haired as he said. I’ve never seen such a rich shade of red.” Kenneth noticed the length of it reaching his thigh.
    James laughed and gave a light shove to Kenneth’s arm. “You know what they say about red-headed lassies?”
    He shook his head. Kenneth didn’t much appreciate their jests, but no matter because they would speak their minds regardless of his wishes.
    “Be said they’re good in bed. Aye, they’re passionate with insatiable desire.” The men all said “ahhhh” in unison and James continued, “Och they’re also known to be abrasive. She did put up a wee fight, might be a vigorous tumble.”
    Kenneth grunted in opposition of James’ opinion. “People change from children to adult. Aye, she’s green-eyed and slight. She barely weighs more than a sack.” Kenneth tried to change the course of their conversation. Her long dark wavy locks reminded him of a brackish cascading stream he’d seen once in the lowlands flowing with the spilt blood of their enemy during a war. The water was dark and menacing; it’s depths undetectable. “Why’d you have to strike her so hard, Sean?”
    “I didn’t want to hurt her, but she was a fighter and not wee at all. Damn me, my shins still hurt. Besides, she’ll be well. I only tapped her. You didn’t have to blacken my eye, Kenneth.”
    “Consider it payback from her.” Kenneth ceased chattering when she moved. She moaned a quiet sound and then stilled again. He tried to keep as motionless as he could, for he didn’t want to upset her. Who knew what they’d be dealing with when she awoke. Kenneth’s mood lightened for he recalled his grandmother telling him never to cross a green-eyed lass. She had told him she’d be wrath and bring a man to his knees. That may be, because his knees certainly grew weak just looking at her.
    Grey watched him earnestly and gave looks to the others. Kenneth took it as a sign to be quiet, but then his laird spoke.
    “Domhnall won’t discover she’s missing for a few hours. We need to make ground before he does. He believes we left last night so hopefully he won’t trail us or believe we had anything to do