Page 91 of The Highlander's Auctioned Virgin
“I willnae ask again,” he bit out. “And I willnae be as merciful when I sniff ye out.”
Elinor’s heart thudded against her ribs. She thought she might be sick.
“Who. Fired. That. Arrow?!”
The calm in his voice had vanished and was replaced by something else. Something raw and dark. Something she had never seen before and was terrified of for the first time.
The silence thickened, becoming almost suffocating, as his people stared back at them, utterly clueless.
Dear Lord.
Then, someone moved by the barrels stacked near the corner. A man with a thin, tired face and a sword in his hand. He lifted his chin, like he expected Ciaran to thank him for revealing himself. Like he expected the crowd to erupt in cheers.
“Ye didnae sniff me out,” he began, sounding bored. “She must be rubbing off way too hard on ye. Making ye lose yer skills.”
Ciaran widened his stance. She leaned to the side a little and saw his fingers tighten on the hilt of his sword. She could almost feel his anger from where she stood. He felt like he had been waiting for this moment foryears.
She tried to breathe, but her chest felt too tight, too constricted, as if any movement would make her faint and crash to the floor.
