For behind him, a heavy warrior held a dirk to the neck of a trembling girl who could have seen fewer than seven summers. Not as a courtesy, but as a precaution.Ĭonnor snarled at Angus, but didn’t lunge at the man. Folded pads of linen were shoved between the manacles and his flesh, to prevent them from cutting him. His dirty grey eyes narrowed in his severe, thin face as he watched them spread Connor’s arms wide and chain him to the thick loft beams. “Get the fuck out of here before he sees ye bleed,” Angus ordered to the injured man as he strode into the tiered, empty stables of Dun Keep. Angus was more clever and maniacal than his father had been. It would welt and bruise, but wouldn’t draw blood. The sharp sting of a cane broke on Connor’s bare back, and he swallowed a curse. He almost felt sorry for the bastard.īut the villain didn’t deserve a moment’s pity. Obviously, he’d slaughtered the most elite of the MacKay warriors at the river Tay, and Angus was left with this sorry lot. Bloody idiot should be wearing leather gauntlets. The skin of the man’s palms broke and he had to turn from Connor in order to hide the wells of blood.Ĭonnor bared his teeth in a sneer. He tugged on the left one with a flex of his arm, dragging ragged chains through both hands of one of his captors. Connor scoffed at their underestimation of his lethality as he allowed shackles to be clamped about his wrists. Only five men held the chains to the iron clasped about his throat.
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