She hadn’t taken more than two steps when a hand snaked out, grabbed her wrist, and she found herself yanked into one of the bedchambers.

Before she could cry out, defend herself, or even process what had happened, her lips were ravaged in a brutal kiss. The chamber door slammed behind her, and her back hit the closed door with enough force to knock the breath from her.

Through her muddled senses she recognized one thing: It was happening again, only this time there was no effort to woo a young, inexperienced girl. Laird McDonald had no care whether he hurt her or not or whether she was willing.

As soon as his lips left her, she opened her mouth to scream only to have his hand clamp over it with bruising force.

“I could not believe my eyes when I saw you here,” he panted. “ ’Twas fate. I always knew you’d belong to me. I’ve waited years for this moment, Keeley. Years. You’ll not say me nay this time.”

Keeley stared in horror at the older laird. He was daft. Mad! He would attack her inside the McCabe keep?

His free hand went to her breast and squeezed painfully. He loosened the hand over her mouth but before she could gather breath to scream, his mouth covered hers again.

With all her might, she jerked her knee into his groin and when he dropped his hands down to clutch himself in agony, she shoved hard. He stumbled back and went down on his arse.

She turned to fumble with the door, desperate to get into the hall. It was locked! She yelled hoarsely just as the laird grabbed her by the hair and threw her across the room.

She landed in a heap on the floor, all the breath knocked painfully from her chest. He stood over her, his eyes glittering with rage. Spittle frothed on his lips and his cheeks were red with exertion.

“You little bitch. You’ll pay for your defiance.”

Her eyes narrowed in fury and she flew at him. She hit him hard and he staggered back, shock reflected on his features. He actually held up his arms to ward her off, but her rage propelled her on.

The slovenly little bastard sickened her. For years she’d viewed him as some demon from hell. Larger than life. Evil. Powerful. She’d lived in fear of him, building him up in her mind to be something he wasn’t.

“You’re a pathetic worm who preys on children,” she hissed.

She balled her fist and swung. Her knuckles exploded in pain as she connected with his nose. Blood splattered and the laird’s head jerked back, his hand flying to his face.

He bellowed with rage and struck out at her. She ducked but not in time to keep him from striking her cheek. She reeled and tripped over the bed.

“Exactly where you belong,” he spat as he advanced.

Several things happened at once.

The door splintered and exploded inward. The laird’s eyes widened with fear. And then suddenly he flew across the room, hitting the wall with a loud smack.

Keeley stared in astonishment as Caelen advanced on the laird, his entire body bristling with rage. She scrambled backward on the bed, hoisting herself so she could see what went on.

Caelen hauled the laird to his feet and then flattened him with a fist. Never had she seen someone so angry. If she didn’t intervene, Caelen would kill the other man. Not that she particularly cared of his fate, but the implications would be far-reaching.

Ignoring the fiery pain in her jaw and the cold shock creeping over her body, she ran toward Caelen and latched on to his arm.

“Caelen, you must stop!”

Caelen dropped the laird and whirled around, cold fury brimming in his eyes.

“You would defend him?”

She shook her head, precariously close to tears. “Nay. Leave him, though. Please. Think of what you do. Think of the implications.”

Her gaze skittered downward to the limp form of the laird and she shuddered in revulsion. Realization sunk in and her knees wobbled and she collapsed.

Caelen caught her and swung her into his arms. He strode from the chamber and down the hall to Keeley’s door. Not hesitating, he bore her within and gently set her on the bed.

“Do you want me to summon Maddie or Christina?” he asked in a quiet voice.

She shook her head and cupped her hand to her aching jaw.

“I’ll kill him,” Caelen bit out.

She shook her head mutely, too stunned to do more.

Caelen swore and then turned. “I’m going to fetch Alaric.”

At that, Keeley flew from the bed and grabbed Caelen. She pulled him back from the door and slammed it shut. “Nay! You cannot. Caelen, you mustn’t say a word.”

Caelen gaped incredulously at her.

“Think of what you do,” she said hoarsely. “If you tell Alaric, he will be furious. He’s already angry at what happened years ago. If you go to him with this, there is no telling what he’ll do.”

“Rightly so! No man tolerates such treatment of a woman,” Caelen growled. “He deserves killing. ’Tis an insult he’s offered to all McCabes. Ewan will never let him live.”

“ ’Tis exactly why you cannot breathe a word. This alliance is important to your …” She broke off and thrust her chin upward. “ ’Tis important to my clan. What think you Alaric would do? He cannot afford to insult the father of the woman he is to marry. Alaric is to take over as laird of the McDonald clan. His destiny is a great one. If he knew of what happened, he would be furious. He would retaliate.”

Caelen dragged a hand through his hair and made a sound of acute exasperation. “So you want me to do nothing?”

The question came out strangled, like he was close to exploding.

She raised her gaze, her eyes brimming with tears. She was holding on by a thread and very close to hysteria. It was either laugh or cry and she was unsure of which would win out.

Caelen sighed and settled on the bed next to her. He hesitated and then carefully put his arms around her in a hug.

“It’s understandable if you need to cry,” he said gruffly.

She buried her face in his chest and burst into tears. She cried noisily while he patted her awkwardly on the back. She cried until her eyes were puffy and her head ached vilely. After a while her sobs turned to painful hiccups.

She drew away and wiped at her nose with the back of her hand. Then she started laughing.

Caelen looked warily at her and she didn’t blame him. He probably thought she’d lost her mind.

“I bloodied his nose,” she said.

Caelen smiled. “I saw that. Very impressive. You’re a fierce lass.”

“I also kneed him between the legs.”

He winced but nodded his approval. “Between the two of us, I don’t think he’ll be in any shape to accost any more lasses.”

“Good,” she said fiercely. “While I know we can’t kill him, ’tis the truth I hope he suffers.”

Caelen chuckled.

She sighed and looked up at him. “Thank you. I’m sorry to have sobbed all over you. Your tunic is wet.”

“ ’Tis the least I can do after all you’ve done for my clan,” he said quietly. “ ’Tis the truth I had little liking for you in the beginning. I thought no good could come of Alaric’s infatuation with you. But ’tis the truth he is a most fortunate man. Even now when ’twould be easy to wreck his impending marriage to Rionna, you think only of the clan. You’re a hell of a woman, Keeley McCabe.”

Her eyes watered again. “Oh, you must stop. ’Tis the truth I tear up whenever I’m called by McCabe.”

Caelen tucked his finger under her chin and forced it upward. “Are you all right? Did he hurt you badly?”

“I did more damage to him than he did to me. He struck me once on the jaw and it aches fiercely, but ’tis all he managed.”

“Good. Now would you like me to fetch one of the women for you?”

He looked so hopeful that she had to hide her smile. “Nay. I’ll be fine. You did a woman’s job very skillfully.”

He scowled, which amused her all the more.

“I’m jesting, but in all seriousness, thank you. It means much that you would come to my aid.”

Caelen’s expression darkened. “It displeases me that you would think I wouldn’t.”

She rose from her seat on the bed and swayed as her knees bobbled. Caelen caught her arm to steady her and frowned fiercely at her.

“You should remain on the bed. You’ve suffered a terrible fright.”

“I must go tend to Mairin’s needs and see how the babe fares. I need to go about my duties, or I’ll sit here and cry.”

“As soon as you’ve tended to Mairin, you’re to return to your chamber and rest,” he said sternly. “If you don’t, I’ll tell Alaric what occurred.”

Her scowl was every bit as ferocious as his. “All right. I’ll retire after I’ve seen to Mairin.”

Caelen watched her walk from the room, noting her unsteady gait. She was daft if she thought he’d tell no one what happened. Ewan needed to be aware of the viper in his keep. He’d do as she wished and not tell Alaric only because she was right. There would be no calming his brother’s rage if he knew of Gregor’s attack on Keeley. War would be declared and everything the McCabes had worked for over the last years would be for naught.

For the first time he felt sadness for the position his brother was in. ’Twas obvious Alaric cared deeply for Keeley, and the lass cared for him in return. The fact that she didn’t leap on the opportunity to ruin his match with Rionna earned her his deep respect.

Nay, Alaric could not know of what happened, but Caelen could step in and be her protector until the McDonalds were gone from McCabe lands. The sooner it happened, the better. For it was God’s truth, Caelen wouldn’t be able to look upon the bastard without seeing Keeley’s tear-stained face, and then he’d want to kill him all over again.

CHAPTER 33

“Keeley, whatever happened to your face?” Mairin demanded.

Keeley touched the sore place on her jaw. “Does it look bad?”

Mairin frowned. “There’s a bruise. I didn’t see it at first until you turned a certain way in the light. What happened?”

“Oh, ’tis nothing,” Keeley said brightly. “ ’Twas my clumsiness. ’Tis the truth I’m embarrassed. I wasn’t looking where I was going. Thank goodness no one was there to witness it.”

Mairin didn’t look convinced but didn’t pursue the topic.

“Now tell me, how are you feeling?”

“Tired but otherwise I feel well. ’Tis some soreness, but I’m eager to be up from my bed.” She looked pleadingly at Keeley. “Ewan is about to drive me daft. I’ve told him that countless women have left their bed by now but he refuses to listen to reason.”

Keeley smiled. “I don’t see why a brief time to stand up and stretch your muscles would be amiss.”

“I’d like to sit by the fire and nurse Isabel. I grow weary of lying abed.”

“Oh, is that what you’ve named her? ’Tis a beautiful name.”

Mairin’s face shone with pride and love as she glanced down at the sleeping babe at her breast. “Aye. Ewan is going to announce it when the king arrives.”

Keeley swallowed and looked away, busying herself with straightening items that didn’t need straightening. “The king will be here soon?”

“Aye. Ewan sent word to him before Isabel was born. He wanted to attend Alaric’s wedding. We expect his messenger any day to announce his impending arrival.”

Steeling her features, Keeley reached for the babe. “Let me put her in her cradle and then I’ll help you to the chair by the fire. Would you like me to help you wash and change into fresh clothing while I’m here?”

“Oh ’twould be wondrous,” Mairin breathed.

After settling the babe in her cradle, Keeley helped Mairin sit up on the edge of the bed. She efficiently stripped the other woman down and helped her wash. Once Mairin was dressed in a clean, sweet-smelling gown, Keeley braced herself and helped the other woman to her feet.

“ ’Tis not so bad,” Mairin said in triumph. “I don’t feel weak at all.”

“Wife, ’tis clear I’m going to have to post a guard on you at all times to make sure you stay where you belong,” Ewan said from the door.

Keeley grabbed the startled Mairin and then turned to scowl at the laird. “Come in or go out, but shut the door and keep your voice down. The babe is sleeping.”

Ewan didn’t look happy to be ordered about, but he complied with Keeley’s order and then returned to stand a few feet away from Mairin, his arms crossed over his chest.

“Oh, do quit standing there frowning,” Keeley said in exasperation. “Help her to the chair by the fire. She’d like to feed your daughter in comfort.”