Page 47 of Love Beyond Time (Morna’s Legacy #1)

I ran as quickly as I could, damning floor-length dresses with every step. I was unsure if he knew that they would be in the tower, but I knew from Eoin that Ramsay was familiar enough with the castle for it not to take him very long to figure it out.

I was worried for Eoin, but at least he had the means and skills to defend himself.

Edana, Mary, and mother were defenseless, and I was not going to allow him to hurt any of them.

With each step I feared I was going to be too late.

I was still a good distance from the tower, but when I passed the small hidden door at the end of the corridor, I knew I could take the shortcut Eoin had shown me on that one stormy night.

I stumbled up the stairs in the darkness, ripping off the wooden door that concealed the window entrance, slicing open my fingers as I threw it aside. Though it was dark, I could still make out the castle wall, and it was thick enough that I knew it left me plenty of space to walk along it.

As I scooted along the outside perimeter of the castle, I counted windows until I was almost sure I stood in front of the window that would place me in the tower staircase.

I didn’t have time to second guess myself.

Unable to pry the window open, I reared back and shattered the glass with my heel, cutting wide gashes down my leg as the blood spread over the end of my dress.

It was the right window, and as I made my way up the spiral staircase I could hear Ramsay fumbling with the lock.

“Edana, it will be far worse for ye if ye doona let me in. Now open this door, ye wee bitch!”

I could hear all three women screaming on the other side of the door as Ramsay budged it open a half an inch with the impact of his shoulder. I screamed at him as loudly as I could to draw his attention away from the doorway.

“Stop! Leave her alone!”

He spun toward me, sticking a finger in my direction. “Doona ye tell me what to do with my daughter. I shall slit yer throat after I’m through with hers!”

I ran, throwing myself in between his oncoming shoulder and the door.

His shoulder hit me square in between the breasts.

I cried out as all the air in my lungs rushed out of my body.

Gasping for air, I struggled to speak. “No . . . take me! Eoin will surrender, if you have me! You’ve won the battle if you take me captive.

” I hoped to God I was wrong, but I could think of nothing else that might tempt him to leave Edana, Mary, and my mother in peace.

“Aye, lass. Ye are right.”

I didn’t struggle against his arms as he pulled me against him. Holding the edge of a dagger across my neck so tightly that it broke the surface of the skin, he dragged me back down the stairs and into the ongoing battle.

* * *

Arran scanned the room in between swings of his sword. He’d lost Bri in the crowd, and he was certain his brother would never forgive him. Not that it would matter. He couldn’t find his brother or Ramsay in the crowd of fighting men.

They were losing too many. He glanced around to see men he’d known his entire life open and bleeding onto the stone floor as their lifeless eyes gazed upward. With each lad he watched fall, his hope of their success waned.

Just as one of Ramsay’s men narrowly missed sending a sword straight through his stomach, a surge of men from all surrounding doors shocked Arran into dropping his own sword.

The room suddenly filled with men he knew not to be Ramsay’s or their own, and he smiled as he watched Donal MacChristy walk into the center of the room, his booming voice successfully slowing the pace of men clashing their swords against one another.

“Clan Kinnaird, if ye doona wish to die, ye should lay down yer swords at once. For we fight for the Conalls, and ye are far outnumbered now.” Donal paused to scan the room, and Arran knew he was looking for Ramsay.

“Look around, ye laird is no even fighting with ye. Doona lose yer life for such a cowardly leader.”

It only took moments for Ramsay’s men to see the wisdom in Donal MacChristy’s words. They’d lived under fear of Ramsay for far too long, and there were not many willing to give up their life for his.

Arran smiled as he allowed it to sink in that the battle was over. Laird Kinnaird must have fled in an act of cowardice, but that mattered not. He was no threat without an army of men at his side.

Arran’s relief at their survival was short-lived as he scanned the room twice more, still unable to locate his brother or Bri.

A strange hush settled over the room as men who’d only just been engaged in battle stood unsure of how to now act.

Just as Arran was about to leave the dining hall to go in search of Bri and Eoin, a figure shouted from a shadowy corner of the hall. Ramsay stepped into the light of the room, his arms wrapped around Bri, his knife ready to slice her throat.

* * *

It had only taken Eoin a few short moments after the battle had broken out to register Ramsay’s and Bri’s absence. He’d not hesitated to set out in search of them. Arran could lead the men. He would not lose her again.

He’d just made it to the bottom of the stairwell leading to the back tower when he heard someone moving down the stairs. He silently slipped around a corner, unseen, as he watched Ramsay drag his beautiful wife out of the stairwell with a knife at her neck.

It had been all he could do to keep from launching himself at Ramsay that instant, but he knew that once the devil entered the dining hall, Ramsay would expect to see him fighting the battle. When Ramsay realized Eoin was not in the room, that was when he would be at his weakest.

Eoin stayed covered in the darkness as Ramsay stepped into the light in front of the silent crowd. He was only a few short steps from Bri, and his hand twitched on the handle of his sword, desperate to run it through Ramsay’s heart.

Ramsay screamed for him as he revealed himself to the onlookers, but Eoin didn’t move from his location behind Ramsay.

“Eoin! Surrender yer castle and yer men, or watch yer wife bleed to death in me arms.”

Eoin watched as Arran cautiously took a step in Ramsay’s direction. “He’s no here, Ramsay. And surely ye see that ye are outnumbered. This is finished. Doona shed blood when ye have already lost.”

Eoin could tell Ramsay was on the brink of panic.

He worried that Ramsay would slide the knife across Bri’s throat in a fit of madness.

Slowly he crept up so that he stood directly behind Ramsay.

Eoin locked eyes with Arran, quickly shaking his head so that he wouldn’t alert their foe to his position.

“Where is he? Someone find him at once,” Ramsay shouted at the top of his lungs.

Eoin could see the man’s hands shaking on the handle of his blade. The time for him to act was now. He nodded at Arran, who quickly rushed to grab Bri from Ramsay’s grasp.

Eoin ran his sword through Ramsay’s back and into his heart. “There’s no need to look for me, Ramsay. I’m already here.”