Page 98 of Taken By the Ruthless Highlander
Nathan paused and lifted a hand over his brow.
Ryder jerked his chin toward him, and Felix marched down the hallway to collect him.
“What is the meanin’ of this? Are ye goin’ to throw me in the dungeons again? I’ll be out by midnight,” Nathan huffed defiantly as Felix dragged him over to Ryder.
“Ye’ve always been like a pup, sniffin’ the arse of the man,” Ryder said, keeping his voice calm. As much as he wanted a response, he needed the man’s cooperation. “Tell me, where is Cohen?”
“Why would I ken where he’s at?” Nathan asked.
Ryder glanced over his shoulder at Feya. Wagging a finger at the lass, he kept a keen eye on Nathan’s expression as she stepped into view.
“I’ll ask ye again, where’s Cohen?” he asked.
This time, he couldn’t keep the ire from his voice. They were wasting time.
“I dinnae ken. Go ask his wife,” Nathan scoffed, eying Feya curiously.
“I’m nae askin’ his wife. I’m askin’ye.Do ye ken who this lass is?” Ryder asked, pointing at her. “I see the recognition in yer eyes. Dinnae try to deny it. Anyone in this room can read ye like a book.”
“She looks familiar, nothin’ more,” Nathan answered, shooting him a steely glare.
“That’s Morgana’s sister. And I must say, she’s got a very interesting story to tell. Do ye like stories, Nathan? Because I think ye’re goin’ to like to hear this one.”
Ryder suddenly grabbed him by the collar and slammed him into the wall. All he could see was red. He wanted to break Nathan’s face.
“Get off! Have ye finally gone mad? Is that what this is all about?” Nathan growled, struggling against him.
“Does he look familiar, lass?” Ryder asked over his shoulder.
“Nay,” Feya answered with a shake of her head. “Never seen him before. But there were others.”
“What madness are ye tryin’ to pin on me? It willnae work,” Nathan snapped.
Ryder flashed him a warning look, but Nathan only responded with an arched eyebrow and a scowl.
“Cohen killed the former Laird,” Feya said. “I saw him with my own eyes. Cohen has been obsessed with my sister for some time. And now, if ye dinnae tell us where to find Cohen, he’ll kill her too. I’m beggin’ ye, tell us everythin’ ye ken.”
“Morgana didnae kill the previous Laird?” Nathan asked, going still. “Are ye sure it was Cohen?”
“Cohen’s men have been after Feya. Ye want to contest her word, ye’ll have to go up against me,” Laird Dougal grunted, stepping up beside Feya.
“There’s a cottage south of here, nae far. Two miles as the crow flies. Cohen often goes there with the wife to get away from the castle,” Nathan answered. “I could show ye if ye want.”
“Aye, ye’ll do that,” Ryder said, trying to keep the anger from his voice. “And if I find out ye’re lyin’, I swear I’ll gut ye where ye stand.”
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“How much further?” Morgana called over her shoulder, hoping her voice carried over the roaring wind.
“We’re almost there,” Cohen murmured into her ear.
Heat of embarrassment flooded Morgana as she recoiled from Cohen. She wasn’t sure if he was trying to be seductive as he raked his teeth over her earlobe, but he was certainly being creepy.
“Ye see that cottage on the hill?”
“Aye,” she uttered.
Suddenly, the heavens opened.
