Page 27 of My Scarred Laird
She sighed, “Are ye certain ye wish ta talk of this here?”
He looked down at the corpse, then nodded, “Meet me in my solar in ten minutes.”
She looked at his skin, “I will get my medicants ta sew ye up.”
He waved her off, “‘Tis merely a scratch.”
Her eyebrow quirked, “No, it’s no’. Ye need ta be tended. Let me tend ta ye.”
He slowly nodded, and then put his sword down in his chambers.
He went back out, picking the body up, slinging it over his shoulders.
He hated this part. This man didn’t deserve to be buried with his people.
He would take the body to the captain of his guards, Egan Scott, and have him be disposed of another way.
Callum walked slowly down the steps, his burden heavy and his leg aching.
When he made it to the bottom of the stairs, he was shocked to see the captain of his guard, and a few of his loyal soldiers waiting.
“What are ye doin’ here?”
Egan stepped forward, “I heard a woman scream, and we came ta investigate. Is everything all right?”
Callum gestured at the dead man, “Does it look all right?”
Egan shook his head, “They sent another? Fooking hell. When will the bastards give it a rest?”
Callum snorted, “Never. They believe me weak. The Crippled Laird. I’m so fooking tired of them comin’ after me. Believing me incapable of takin’ care of my clan. My people.”
Egan shook his head, “They doona ken who ye are Call. Most of our people doona. They are tae scared ta get ta ken who ye are.”
“Then they are all fools. I have said it for years. I am no’ goin’ ta hurt anyone.”
Egan nodded, “I ken that. Your men ken that, we are loyal ta ye for now until ye stop being Laird. Ye deserve it all.”
“Thank ye, Egan. Will ye take this? I doona care what happens ta him, just figure it out.”
Egan nodded, taking the man from me and he turned to go back upstairs, when Egan said, “Ye are a good Laird Callum. Doona ever believe anything different. Yer men will follow ye wherever ye go. No matter what.”
He only nodded, then made his way back upstairs.
He took a deep breath when he made it to his chambers and walked inside to find Islay had lit a few candles and had set a few supplies out to take care of his wounds.
Though they were minor.
He lifted his eyebrow, “What are ye doin?”
She whirled at his voice, “Ye startled me. Ye walk so silently.”
Callum barely bit back a smile, “I apologize.”
Islay gestured to him, “Sit. I want ta take care of those wounds.”
Callum looked down, forgetting that he didn’t have a shirt on, seeing his scars on display for Islay to see.
He paused, but she tsked, “Come sit. Ye needn’t stress. I willna hurt ye.”
