“You remember my grandfather, Ramsay?”
“I was there the day Alex Grant put his sword in your grandsire’s belly for beating his daughter. Your sire was stupid enough to think he could just take Clan Grant and the castle. Have you learned nothing?”
“I learned who killed him and who was there. I know Alex Grant’s weapon killed him, but I know his daughter and others will be on the isle soon. I want Kyla and Finlay, one of their sons, and Jake’s son, Alasdair. Give them to me, and we’ll leave the island alone.”
Logan snorted, so entertained by the foolish woman. “And why would I be ignorant enough to do that?”
“Because we’ll keep coming after your bairns if you don’t.”
“So, you think you’ll be as successful as the last time you tried it? How did Garvie and Odart and Egan and Dante and all their men work out? Have you any of them left?”
Kelvan held up his hand. “Enough of this. Glenna, keep your tongue in your mouth. I’m tired of the arguing. Here’s what we want, Ramsay. I want the faery and the lad with the sword. Just those two. I saw the faery’s powers myself and heard about the boy. Give them to me, or I’ll steal her along with any bairn nearher. And Glenna wants three. You choose, Glenna. Who do you want?”
“My first choice? Hmmm …” She paused to fold her hands across her wide waist. Pretty at one time, she showed the signs of a woman who spent her time angry with life. Pale faced, thin lipped, and a double chin were a testament to what she spent her time doing. “I want Kyla and you, Logan. That should suffice. One Ramsay, one Grant. And one more.”
She ticked her finger against her chin as though she were counting.
“Kyla’s son. I hear you have one of their bairns. I want that one so I can slice his throat while she watches.”
Logan didn’t look at Broc, but he prayed he would hold strong and not reveal his identity.
“Bring those two, the faery, and the lad with the sword to us, and we’ll leave the isle alone. Otherwise, expect an attack in a sennight.”
Logan smirked.
“What’s so amusing, Ramsay?” K asked.
“Are you not forgetting someone on that list?” He glanced over at Broc who gave him a subtle nod. He knew Logan was asking if K was Kelvan.
Glenna said, “Nay, those are my demands.”
Logan stared at K. “And yours?”
“I told you. I want the faery and the lad with the sword.”
“Is that all?”
Broc guessed that Logan was trying to let K know that he knew his identity. He prayed he wouldn’t give away Merryn and Shealee’s location.
“I don’t know what you speak of,” K said.
“Kelvan.” Logan paused while Kelvan registered the shock of his true name being used. “That is your name, is it not?”
“How the hell?”
“And haven’t you massacred a clan on the mainland? The sheriff of the Borderlands has not caught up with you yet?”
“I’ve done naught. Keep your mouth closed, Ramsay, or I’ll have my men slay you now.” Kelvan became so red in the face that Broc guessed he didn’t think anyone here knew what had happened in the Borderlands.
Logan smiled and said, “I’ll keep your secret. But don’t worry. I will be back.”
The two left through the front door, no one following them. They had to walk across the drawbridge and around the back to get to the coastline where Alaric waited with their boat. They’d almost made it when something came flying out of an alcove of the curtain wall straight at them, and a sword caught Logan in the flank as he turned to confront the unknown assailant.
Broc unsheathed his weapon and swung at the attacker, his strike so powerful and fast that it separated the hand from the arm that bore the weapon.
Glenna screamed, grabbing her arm. “I hate you, Logan Ramsay. I’ll kill you and all of your clan. All of them! The war is on!”
Logan dropped to the ground, his hand gripping his side where the blood poured out, so Broc did the only thing he could think to do. He sheathed his weapon and lifted Logan into his arms, running to their vessel as quickly as he could.
