“She owes me.” Glenna grabbed a pillow and nearly flung it at Artan but something stopped her. “Look what happened to my hand, and it keeps giving me the fever.” She held up her bandaged stump, as if he would care.
“Kyla had naught to do with that.”
“She did so. It’s all her fault.”
“You lie, Glenna. Tell me where she is.”
“Never. I’ll kill you first, Artan.” She pulled a wee dagger from under her pillow and pointed it at him.
Simone didn’t particularly like that move.
An arrow flew next to Glenna’s head, landing in the wooden headboard behind her. Glenna screamed, hiding under the covers.
Simone had already had enough of the lying fool. Her husband was way too patient. She strode forward, her bow in her hand. She whipped the top coverlet back. “Get your bloody, lying arse out from under the covers. Look me in the eye if you want a chance at living long enough to see dawn.”
Glenna dropped the covers and sat up. “Who the hell are you?”
“Logan Ramsay’s daughter. I know the truth. I know that you jumped out of an alcove and struck my father from behind, and it was his guard’s quick action that cut off your hand. If you hadn’t tried to kill my father, you would still have ten fingers. Your fault. Not Kyla Grant’s.”
“It is her fault. She sent them to me.”
“She did not. It isn’t her fault. All. Your. Fault. You. Big. Lying. Bitch.” She stretched the tone of the last word out long enough to make sure Glenna understood her well.
Glenna began to whine like a bairn. “It was Kyla’s son who struck me, so it is her fault.”
“You struck first, trying to kill my father.”
“And I wish I had. Old bastard has caused Kelvan more trouble than anyone.”
“For kidnapping bairns? Who kidnaps bairns but people who deserve torturous deaths? He’ll get his just due soon enough. And as for your grandfather, if he hadn’t tried to force his daughter onto my cousin Torrian, he wouldn’t have become so cruel. He forced Davina to lie to our king. He had Kyla beaten so close to death that her father had to have her carried back home. I know all the history, Glenna, so don’t think I’ll fall for your lies. Now, where is Kyla?”
Glenna glared at Simone and crossed her arms, but then barked, “Ow!” when her stump hit the other arm straight on. “Hellfire. All Logan Ramsay’s fault.”
Simone took several steps back, nocking her next shot as she moved. “You forget who you’re talking to, woman.”
Glenna held up her arms. “I don’t know where Kyla is.”
The arrow hit just behind the other side of her face.
“Try again!” Simone yelled.
“She’s not here.”
Another arrow over her head.
“He has her hidden on the mainland.”
“Not enough information. Where?”
“I don’t know, I told you. I don’t pay attention to that.”
Three arrows flew around her and then a dagger hit her shoulder. “Try again!” Simone whispered. “This is your last warning. The next one will be in your eye.”
Glenna let out a scream that would surely draw the dead from their graves. “Drimnin. She’s in a cottage underground in Drimnin. They took her to Morvern where there’s so few people. You’ll never find it because I can’t. I honestly don’t know anything more than that. I’ve never been in it. Kelvan had it made.”
Simone said, “That’s enough. If you’re lying, I’ll be back.”
They hurried out, down through the cellar opening.
