Page 82 of Wolf Heir

“Why do you guard Morag’s room?” Hamish asked, his voice hushed.

Coinneach suspected Morag had left the inner bailey and was waiting for her victims to arrive.

“My laird, Lady Morag wanted us to wait for Blair and her daughter to turn up,” the gray-bearded man said.

The younger man didn’t say a word, but he looked like he wanted to be anywhere but here right then.

“Who are you loyal to?” Hamish asked.

“Well to you and the lady, my laird,” the man said.

“Why did Morag want the ladies to come here?”

“We dinna know.” This time, the older man’s voice cracked with concern.

“If I tell you to return to your posts?—”

“We will go.”

The younger man nodded vigorously.

“If I tell you to arrest Morag…”

The men exchanged glances.

“Open the door.”

The older man started to knock.

“Nay dinna knock, just open the door.”

“Aye, my laird.” Appearing nervous about earning Morag’s wrath, he still did as he was told and yanked the door open.

“Were you born in a wheat field? You never barge in on me without getting permission,” Morag screeched.

“It was at my behest,” Hamish said and pushed the guards aside. “What did you want with Aisling and her mother?”

“I wished to congratulate them on Aisling’s mating with Coinneach.”

“Come with me.” Hamish waited a moment for her to comply, but when she didn’t, he told the guards, “Bring her. We have some business to attend to.”

“What…what business?” She didn’t appear as waspish now, more afraid she wouldn’t be able to get out of whatever trouble she had gotten herself into.

The guards hesitated to escort her out of her chamber.

“You are either with me or with her. Choose now. Choose wisely.”

To help the chief make his point, Coinneach drew his sword. Hamish had his hand on the hilt of his.

The two men quickly grabbed Morag and pulled her out of the chamber.

When they reached the bottom of the stairs, Hamish said, “We go to the inner bailey.”

In the inner bailey, Hamish said in his booming voice, “We have news, as disturbing as it is.”

Everyone gathered there was quiet.

“Morag is guilty of trying to murder my son.”