Page 58 of Trapped with the Vicious Highlander
Faster.
She could see water in a mountain again. This time, it teetered dangerously on the edge of a cliff. Ava was certain that even with the slightest gust of wind, it would flow.
Faster.
She felt her brain turn into mush. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head.
Then, she felt the water crash against the mountain. It almost felt like the edge of the cliff wasn’t enough. The water spilled down every side of the mountain, falling in a torrent, almost viciously.
She tensed beneath him when she grew sensitive. But for a second, he didn’t stop. He continued pumping his fingers into her. Ava’s hands flew from the edges of the chair and held on tight to his shoulders, the look in her eyes begging him to stop.
She panted hard as the wind blew gently against her. Brodrick rose from the ground and lowered her gown, watching her pull up her undergarments.
“How do ye feel?”
Ava stared at him, unable to muster words.
CHAPTER17
Brodrick tooka step back and held out his hand to her.
Ava narrowed her eyes at him. “What are you doing?”
Brodrick scoffed. “What does it look like?”
Ava shook her head. “I don’t know. That is why I’m asking.”
“I am escortin’ ye to yer room.”
“And what makes you think I need an escort?”
“Because it is quite dark out, and it is the gentlemanly thing to do.”
Brodrick studied her as a low chuckle escaped her lips. He knew what she was thinking. He was thinking the same as well.
“Nothing about what you just did was gentlemanly,” Ava said, her voice barely above a whisper.
“Ye dinnae even ken half of it.”
Reluctantly, Ava took his hand, and they both stepped into the courtyard.
As they walked, Brodrick felt some sort of renewed vigor for life. He felt incredibly refreshed, and everything around him—the moon, the glow it cast on the castle and the fields that stretched for miles around them, the trees, and the sound of nature’s nocturnal insects—seemed new. It was almost like he could finally see, hear, andfeelclearly again after quite a long, long time.
“Watch yer step,” he murmured gently to Ava as they made their way across the courtyard and towards the door of the castle.
As they were about to enter, Ava looked up and noticed an owl hooting in one of the trees near the courtyard. Brodrick noticed it as well.
“If Margaret were here, I would’ve asked her to cross that bird off the list on her parchment.”
“Aye. I am nae exactly eager for her to be here, though.”
Ava laughed.
A moment of brief silence passed between them as they made their way into the hall. An overwhelmingly long and eerily distant silence. One that made Brodrick rather uncomfortable.
“Ye never told me what happened with the viscount,” he suddenly asked, in his rather crude and unrefined way of breaking the silence.
Ava turned to him, a slight frown creasing her brow. “What viscount?”
