Glenna had acted alone, so no one chased them. There were very few men around the castle, so he had only one priority—saving the man they all loved and looked up to. “Alaric! Get the extra plaid!” He hoped Alaric could hear him. They didn’t have much time.
Broc came around the corner of the curtain wall, finally spying their boat and Alaric.
Logan mumbled, and Broc leaned his head down to listen. “Just get me to Rankin land. Dinnae let me die here, Broc.”Logan’s voice weakened, but he fought, his grip strong on Broc’s arm. “The bitch took me by surprise. And if I do die here, take me off this land and back to Gwynie.”
Alaric yelled, “What the hell happened?”
“After we left, Glenna came out of a hiding spot and struck him in the side.”
“She won’t be doing that again, will she, lad?” Logan drawled.
Broc ignored him, focusing on what they needed to do to get away quickly and save Logan. “Get the plaid, and we have to tie it tight around his middle to stop the bleeding.” He glanced back over his shoulder, but no one came their way. He set Logan down on the grassy slope not far from the boat, putting pressure on the gaping wound, blood everywhere, on his hands, his clothing, all over the grass. “If we can stem the bleeding, we can get him to Rankin land. The MacVeys have a healer.”
“I’d go for Eli if we can keep him alive that far.” Alaric brought the fabric out and tied it around Logan’s torso, pulling it tight. “Shite, Logan. Sorry.”
Logan groaned, but said, “Pull it taut. You cannot hurt me.”
A few moments later, Broc thought the bleeding had slowed a bit, so he peeked at it. “It’s not as big a wound as I thought. We’ll get you home, Logan.”
“You can’t row and hang on. I’ll have to put pressure on it. Get me in the boat.”
“Nay, not until it slows a bit more. Mama always said stop the bleeding first, then get help.”
“I need Brenna.”
“Brenna trained Eli. She’ll sew you up nicely.”
“She better. Because I’m going to come back and kill that bitch.”
A voice carried over the edge of the curtain wall.
“We’re coming for all of you, Ramsay. Every one of you will be dead!”
Kelvan.
“Get him in the boat, Alaric. We don’t have time to waste. Help me pick him up.”
The two men lifted Logan and set the old warrior in the vessel, then climbed in to start rowing. Broc said, “Just keep pressure on the wound, Logan. We’ll be there soon enough.”
They left the coast, going with the wind fortunately, but they had a problem.
“Logan?”
No answer.
“Shite,” Alaric said. “He passed out.”
Chapter Eleven
Kelvan
“What the hell were you thinking, Glenna? You can’t fight two Highlanders that size,” Kelvan bellowed while two men carried her back into the castle.
“My hand,” she mumbled. “Get the gems from it, Kelvan. They’re worth a fortune.”
The men got her into her bedchamber, one of them tying a tight band around her arm to stop the blood flow. “Get the healer here to sew her up.” Kelvan paced back and forth, not knowing what to do next. “You’re a volatile fool, Glenna. Not meant for battle. You’re too emotional.”
“Well, I got what I wanted. It happened exactly as I wanted it to.” Her head fell back, her eyes closing, but then she jerked back up again. “It would have been perfect if his friend hadn’t caught my hand. That could still prove to be a death blow to Ramsay.”
