Page 86 of The Highlander's Auctioned Virgin
Fergus looked back at them and bowed again. “I am afraid this is where I must leave ye. I’m needed elsewhere.”
“Ye have been a most gracious guide, Fergus,” Elinor praised.
Fergus gave her a brief nod and retreated down the path, leaving them alone, watching people walk past.
The sun had begun to dip towards the horizon. Dusk would fall before they knew it.
“I think we should look for a place to sleep, should we nae?” Elinor asked, her arms folded over her chest as she looked around.
This was only the first day—or the second, she couldn’t tell—but she knew it would only get better from here.
“Fergus will take care of that, ye daenae have to worry,” Ciaran assured her.
She watched him again, suspicion creeping back into his eyes.
“Ye daenae have to worry about anything, Ciaran. Ye’re amid yer people. They all adore ye. I daenae think anyone out here is trying to cause ye any harm.”
“When ye’ve been a man like me for long enough, it becomes harder to tell who wants to kill ye and who doesnae,” Ciaran muttered.
“Well, let us find a place to rest before the cèilidh starts, shall we?”
Elinor’s grip tightened on his hand, and she tugged him forward, steering them away from the path.
She turned again to look at him.
The suspicion never left his face.
