Page 48 of Sins of a Scot

“I was waiting fer ye,” he replied.

Huh!

Iseabail was once more taken back by Owen’s manners. Yes, he was the son of a laird, and indeed, he ought to be well-behaved, but he was no ordinary son of a laird, was he? He was a son who kept secrets from his father. Secrets she had used against him.

A slight feeling of guilt rose as she thought about that, but she swallowed it.

“Then let us go eat. I cannae have a growing lad like yersel’ starve now, can I?” She smirked.

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CHAPTER FOURTEEN

They dined downstairs and enjoyed a hearty bowl of stew with thick pieces of fresh bread. Owen had been hungry. In fact, he had been tempted to go down earlier and eat, but apart from the fact that it would be rude to eat without Iseabail, he had not wanted to leave her in the room alone.

Thomas had been very clear that she would be fine, but the fact that she had fallen asleep before he had even returned from collecting the horse had worried him. Fine she might be, but clearly, the snake bite had had some effect on her. He had slipped back downstairs for a tankard of ale, and found a book to read, and since then, had been ignoring the growls of his stomach and patiently waiting for Iseabail to waken.

While Owen sipped at his tankard of ale, he watched Iseabail finish her meal.

“How are ye feeling now after yer rest?” he said.

Isabel must have been hungry too because she nodded while still enjoying the pieces of meat in her mouth. When she eventually finished eating, she looked at him.

“I feel much better, thank ye.” She continued to look at him and then said, “Did I thank ye fer saving me?”

Owen smiled. “Honestly, I cannae remember, but ye’re welcome.”

“Then I’ll say it now. Thank ye. I dinnae ken what I would have done had ye nae been there.”

“It was naething,” Owen said, shrugging it off.

Iseabail opened her eyes wider and gawped at him. “It was hardly naething, Owen. Ye risked yer own life tae save mine.”

He snorted a little. “I hardly risked me life. Ye heard the healer. The adder’s venom isnae life threatening.”

“Maybe, but ye couldnae have kent that at the time,” she countered. “Did ye ken it was an adder?”

Owen shook his head. “I didnae stop it tae ask.”

“Then there ye go. That’s exactly me point. So, ye risked yer own life tae save mine, even after me blackmailing ye tae come with me.”