“They all live?” Lena asked on a choked whisper.
“Yes, they all live,” Marion said, her expression baffled at why Lena would think otherwise.
“Marion speaks the truth,” Bridgette said hurriedly. “They are verra well. Iain, Graham, Cameron, and Lachlan…whom I love.”
“I will kill my uncle for deceiving me,” Lena said in a hard voice that reminded Bridgette of Lachlan.
The sudden sound of footsteps pounding toward them made Bridgette flinch. She jerked her head in a nod. “I’ll gladly help ye.”
“We’llhelp you,” Marion added before she tugged on Bridgette’s arm, and they turned as one to race away. When they got several lengths down the hall, Bridgette glanced back and was astounded to see Lena plunge her dagger into her leg.
Bridgette came to a stuttering halt, and Marion knocked into her. “What?” Marion gasped, but before Bridgette could answer, Colin appeared at the end of the corridor near Lena.
“My lord,” Lena exclaimed. “Yer lady stole into my room, took the key, and stabbed me when I tried to stop her from fleeing.” Bridgette watched only long enough to see Lena raise her hand and point toward where she and Marion stood. Bridgette yanked on Marion’s arm as she rushed through the darkness and hopefully to freedom.
“I kinnae believe Lena is alive,” Bridgette said in a whisper as they ran.
Whatever Marion’s reply was, shouting voices behind them drowned it out. The vibration of heavy footsteps pounding against the ground tingled Bridgette’s bare feet and made her run faster.
“They’re coming!” Marion cried.
“Aye,” Bridgette responded. “Pray to God we escape!”
