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I'll wrap the broken shards of glass in it. You can take it safely out that way."
    She handed him an old piece of plaid. He crouched in the corner, and the pieces of glass tinkled together as he piled them onto the cloth. He had told the truth… but had he broken the bottle in order to use a shard of glass as a blade on one of the guards?
    The bundle secure, he handed it to her. She then gave him the wooden bowl of warm venison stew.
    He sniffed. "Nice reward." He eyed her intently. "I wish we could eat supper together at a table," he said, then took a bite.
    Wishing the same, she tried not to stare at him. She was coming to appreciate his tall, lean and muscular frame. Each day the handsomeness of his face became more and more evident to her as the swelling went down and the bruising lightened.
    "You are very generous to bring me venison stew." He held the wooden bowl in his hand and scooped out a large bite.
    She wanted him to heal and regain his strength before his brother arrived to pay his ransom—or attack. She wasn't certain what the outcome would be. Different scenarios played out in her head each night as she tried to sleep. Sometimes she could see into the future and sometimes she could not. Much depended on the decisions of everyone around her.
    "Do you like the stew?" she asked.
    "Aye, 'tis delicious." With dark eyes, he observed her closely… too closely, then gave her the empty bowl.
    She handed him a fresh bottle of ale through the bars.
    She watched his throat work as he drank long swallows. Once the bottle was empty, he eyed it, then smiled at her.
    She reached a hand through the bars. "I would have it back now." Her words were only slightly less than a demand.
    "Would you now?" He raised a dark brow , a wee grin playing upon his enticing lips.
    "Shamus," she warned.
    "Maili." His sensual voice caressed her name in an inviting manner. He took her hand and lifted it. When his warm lips touched her skin, a shocking and thrilling tingle shot up her arm and throughout her entire body.
    She jerked her hand away. What was that? Magic, a spell? Never had a man's touch sent such a startling reaction through her. Not that many men had touched her, but a few had kissed her hand.
    "Do not tease me," she said, trying to regain her bearings. "You well ken you cannot keep the bottle. I've only finished telling you why. They'll not let me bring you more food."
    "I'll give it to you if…"
    She waited a long moment for him to finish. "If what?"
    "If you give me something in return."
    Heat stole over her for she suspected he might be trying to charm her, and she was not immune. ' Twould be too easy to fall under his spell. "I've already given you food. You are mighty demanding for a prisoner."
    A grin quirked his lips. "There is something I want from you after I'm free."
    She was afraid to ask, but she had to know. "And what is that?"
    "A kiss."
    Scorching heat rushed through her. How could he say such a thing to her? A kiss? Oh, aye, ' twould be a most heavenly experience.
    "And, of course, I'll return the favor," he said. "I want to give you a kiss to thank you for helping me heal and for feeding me when your brother would have forgotten me down here and allowed me to starve."
    "Nay," she blurted, though she wanted to grab him through the bars and kiss him now. But what if he was only attempting to charm her to get his way? She had to stay focused on her main concern—the clan and their safety.
    "Nay?" he asked, lifting a brow subtly.
    "Exactly. I refuse." She crossed her arms over her chest, trying to appear more resolute than she felt.
    "Why?"
    "If your brother is as ruthless as I'm imagining, none of us MacDonalds may be alive after he learns you're here. He may storm the place and exercise the power of fire and sword against us all."
    Shamus shook his head. "He doesn't kill women and children, only armed enemy soldiers."
    "Well, that's one good thing, I suppose," she whispered. Though she didn't want to see her male