Page 47 of Kilted Abduction
Domhnall rolled his eyes, bringing a dark frown to Enya’s face.
“Are ye serious?” she snapped. “Given our own gifts, ye cannae believe in things like charms and bewitchments fer other people? Are ye bleedin’ daft?”
Magnus chuckled. “She’s got a point, Domhnall.”
“Aye. I suppose she does,” he admitted grudgingly. “So? How dae we prove it?”
“Well, we obviously need tae search her and see if she’s got a charm on her,” Enya said.
All eyes turned to Magnus, and he stared back at them, his eyes widening slowly as comprehension dawned on him.
“Oh, uh uh,” he said. “I’m nae saerchin’ her.”
Thora grinned. “Ye’re the only one who has that kinda relationship?—”
“Ahh dinnae give me that,” Magnus cut her off. “She got on better with Katherine than she ever has with me. Have Katherine search her.”
Domhnall shook his head. “Magnus, Thora is right. Ye’re the one tae dae it.”
“That woman will stick a bleedin’ knife intae me before she lets me search her.”
“Dinnae be such a bairn, Magnus,” Enya teased. “We all ken ye’re keen on gettin’ yer hands on her body. We’re givin’ ye the chance.”
That got a good laugh out of everybody, making Magnus grind his teeth as he glowered at them. He shook his head and grumbled under his breath. “I’m glad yer all gettin’ a good laugh out of this.”
“Thank ye,” Kai said. “We are too.”
Domhnall sat up straight, the laughter dying on his lips. He looked at Magnus with a serious expression on his face.
“Honestly, braither,” he said. “We need ye tae dae this. She has trust in ye.”
“I think ye’re wrong about that.”
“He’s not,” Katherine says. “She does trust you.”
“She said that?”
“Not in so many words, but she said enough.”
Magnus frowned. It was the last thing he’d expected to hear, but he couldn’t deny that on some level, it felt good. Strangely good—for reasons he didn’t understand. Something else he didn’t understand was that he found himself looking forward to spending more time with her. As frustrating as that woman was, Magnus felt drawn to her. Not that he would ever admit it to his siblings. They would never let him hear the end of it.
“Fine,” Magnus said. “I’ll find out if she’s got a charm.”
“Good lad,” Domhnall said, drawing more chuckles from the others.
Magnus rolled his eyes. “Laugh it up, ye bleedin’ mules. Laugh it up.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Ciara walked down the corridor with a small smile on her lips. Even though they still tailed her closely, she had once again talked her way past the guards at the bedchamber door. She was starting to believe that she really was as clever as Magnus kept saying she was. Perhaps she could be the spy he believed her to be after all. It was a thought that made her giggle as she tried to imagine her life as some clandestine figure operating in the shadows.
The two men were walking a respectful distance behind her, but the gap between them wasn’t large enough to make a break for it if she’d wanted to. They would be on her in a matter of seconds if she tried. And if she were to make a dash for one of the doors that led outside and was caught, there would be no talking her way past the guards again. They would probably lock and chain the door or maybe use brick and mortar to seal her inside.
“Miss, we should probably go back now,” said the older of the two men behind her.
“Just a little while longer, please? I’ve been caged up all day and just want tae breathe a little fresh air. Surely ye can understand that, eh?”
“Aye. I can understand it,” he replied. “But if me maister returns and finds ye out of yer chamber, it’s me head he’ll have.”
