Page 5 of Trapped with the Vicious Highlander
The little girl nodded, but from the way she shivered violently against her, Ava could tell that was far from the truth.
“Margaret?” the warrior echoed, looking up at Ava, almost in what seemed to be disbelief. “Her name is Margaret?”
Ava didn’t answer. The man was beginning to scare her less and annoy her even more. “I shall ask again. Who are you, Sir, and what do you want?”
The warrior rose to his feet, his toned physique drawing her eye once again, almost causing her throat to run dry.
“For someone who is stuck with me, ye seem to have quite the effrontery.”
Ava’s eyes flashed. “I am not alone.”
“Well, I dinnae see anyone else in this kitchen. Do ye?”
“Do not underestimate the lengths I will go to in order to protect this child.”
The warrior nodded. “I suppose we do have that in common.”
There it was again, that tone. That cryptic language she couldn’t understand for some reason.
“Look, I dinnae want to cause trouble,” he continued, raising his hands slightly.
“Huh. I suppose you’ll have to forgive me if I think otherwise. You haven’t exactly given me a reason not to.”
“I’m only here for her.”
“Right. You must think me a fool. Or one of your warriors. You think because you broke into the kitchen like some raving lunatic, I will surrender the child to you?”
“Ye would be quite a fool nae to.”
Ava scoffed. “This is really unbelievable. I mean, the sheer insanity?—”
“Watch yer tone, woman.” The warrior’s voice was low. Low enough to have scared her, but for some reason, it didn’t. If anything, it only pushed her forward.
“Perhaps you should watch your tone too, Sir. You come in here, asking to take the girl. I do not know who you are or what sky you dropped from?—”
“Ye dinnae ken who I am?”
Ava frowned. “Why do you make it sound like I am supposed to?”
“Ye are, are ye nae? Since ye seem to ken everything.”
“There are approximately seventeen knives in this kitchen. I alone know where they are. I am certain you do not want me to use any of those knives on you, but believe me, Sir, if I have to, I will.”
“Oh, will ye, now?” the warrior drawled.
If Ava didn’t know better, she would swear that he was enjoying this.
“Why don’t you try me and find out?”
The warrior heaved a sigh of resignation. “Look, I am just here for me daughter. Let me have her, and I’ll be out of yer way.”
Ava froze. Daughter?
She could feel Margaret press even closer to her at the mention of that word.
“You will have to forgive me if I find that quite hard to believe.”
“Christ. Why are ye bein’ so impossible?”
