Page 28 of Awakened By Time
Chapter 10
The morning dampnessdid little to brighten Zeke’s mood. He stoked the remaining embers of last night’s fire and got it blazing once again. He rubbed his hands together to warm them over the fire and then sat on the ground by it. He was frustrated by last night’s events. Brenna was behaving as if they were a real couple, instead of two people who had been thrown together by a conniving Paddraig MacRae. The sooner he got her to her brother the better. He glanced over his shoulder to where she lay curled up in a tight ball.She must be freezing,he thought.He retrieved the plaid he’d used for warmth last night and quietly brought it to cover her. He doubted that the extra layer would help. It was downright cold. He could see his breath in front of his face. He returned to the fire, but felt badly leaving Brenna where she was, so he went back and carefully lifted her into his arms, transporting her closer to the fire.
Her eyes popped open. “Where are you taking me?” she asked, a note of panic in her voice.
“Closer to the fire. You must be freezing.”
He placed her on the ground where she would feel the warmth emanating towards them from the wood that crackled and burned. Brenna was awake now, but remained silent, which Zeke thought might be a good thing. If she was angry with him, she’d be happy to be rid of him when they reached their destination. He attempted to hand her a piece of bread, the cheese and a knife. She just sat there staring into the fire.
“You should eat,” he said, continuing to offer her the food.
“I’m nae hungry,” she turned her head away from him.
“We should probably get going then.” There was no point in staying. If they left now they’d get in a few more hours of riding before they stopped again for the night.
“Aye.”
Zeke stood and packed up their camp. He waited until the last possible moment to extinguish the fire, wanting Brenna to be warm while she waited. She never once looked his way.
Gathering Vala and Olwydd, Zeke retied the saddle bags and then waited for Brenna to approach. He reached for her to help her up into the saddle, but she batted his hands away. “I’m capable of mounting me own horse.” The fire in her eyes told him to back off.
“I’m sorry. I was just trying to help.” Silence might be a good thing, but this was going to make the rest of their journey miserable. He was really bad at this. He didn’t want her to hate him or be angry with him. “Brenna, I apologize for my behavior last night. I just wanted you to know that there can never be anything between us. I didn’t want you to get your hopes up.”
“I wasnae getting me hopes up. I ken ye wish to be rid of me as soon as we get to Breaghacraig.”
“I’m not trying to get rid of you. I’m only doing what we agreed to before the handfasting.” He couldn’t seem to get through to her. “We’ve still got two days of travel ahead of us. Let’s try not to argue.”
Brenna nodded her head in agreement, but he could tell she was still holding on to her anger.
Those kissesthey’d shared the day before had awakened something in her that she’d never known and she wanted more of them… more of him. She was so inexperienced in these matters that she continued to find herself saying and doing the wrong things. Anger at Zeke was her only weapon in the war she was waging with her heart. It would keep her safe. No matter how much she wanted Zeke, it was better to fight her attraction to him. He’d refused her last night and it hurt too much to get over with a few kind words from him. She knew he was only doing it out of a sense of honor, which was one of the things that drew her to him, but that knowledge only made her angrier with herself, with her inexperience in these matters. It was all so new to her. She simply had no choice. Remaining silent and keeping her distance were the only things standing between her and the fool she was sure to make of herself if she didn’t.
They moved along the path at the same sedate pace, but Brenna felt the need to move more quickly. She wanted to get to Dougall and Helene before too much damage was done to her heart. She took Vala up to a trot and passed Zeke, who seemed to be in a world all his own.
“Hey, where are you going?” he shouted after her.
She heard the sound of pounding hooves, but they weren’t coming from behind her. She sent Vala into a full gallop realizing that it couldn’t possibly be Zeke. These sounds were coming from the trees on either side of her and there was more than one horse. Panic seized her. Who could it be? She glanced behind her, but Zeke wasn’t visible. Turning her head back to the road in front of her, she had to bring Vala to a skidding stop, almost unseating herself in the process. There before her were three men blocking the road. She recognized the leader as the man who’d stopped her the last time she was headed to Breaghacraig.
“Ye’ll be coming with us, lass,” he said.
She spun her horse around looking to escape, but she was surrounded on all sides. Where was Zeke? One of the men took hold of her reins, pulling her horse in close to his. They began to walk back the way they’d come and it wasn’t long before Brenna saw Zeke.
“Zeke!” she cried. His body lay sprawled on the side of the road. Olwydd stood by his side. “Did ye kill him?”
No one answered her as they passed him by. “Ye cannae leave him there. We must help him.” Her pleas fell on deaf ears.
“Move on, men!” the leader commanded and they took their horses up to a fast trot.
Soon they were too far for Brenna to see Zeke as she looked back.What if he’s dead?If she thought that way, she’d surely fall apart, so she adjusted her thinking.He has to be alive.I have to see him again.She had to let him know she was sorry for being angry with him. If only she could take it all back. She’d give anything to have last night back. Regret weighed heavily on her mind, but the worst of it was that she wasn’t sure she’d have a chance to apologize. She might never see Zeke again. Brenna sat up straight in her saddle. She would be brave. She knew exactly where they were headed. The only thing she didn’t know was why.
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Dougall MacRae and Logan MacPhailfirst spotted the body on the side of the road as they were headed for Castle Treun. They had planned a brief visit to ensure that all was well there.
Jumping from their horses, they carefully approached the man who lay face down in the dirt. It appears someone had smashed his head from behind. Logan rolled him onto his back.
“Dougall, are ye seeing what I’m seeing, or am I daft.”
“Nae. I see it too. How did he get here?”