Alle Kapitel von The Invisible Bride (By the King's Command book 4): Kapitel 61 – Kapitel 70

Izzy gasped when she found herself tossed onto the back of Gair’s powerful horse. Before she could protest or swing back down to join him, Gair hit the animal’s rear hard and yelled at her to go home and then let off his war cry. The horse took off over the ground faster than she had ever ridden any animal before. It was all she could do to hold her seat as the creature bounded forward. She feared she’d end up underneath it if she let herself fall or even if she jumped from the animal as it wound so quickly along the wooded trail. All she could do was grip tightly with her legs, arms, and hands. She kept her head tucked in tightly too, branches snagging in her hair when the horse brushed too closely to the trees. At first, the thundering hoof beats had nearly drowned out the sound of clashing swords behind her, but the clanging of metal faded quickly to nothing and her heart kept pace with the horse's pounding feet. By the time she could reign the animal to a stop every muscle in he

Izzy sighed and let the warmth around her slowly bring her awake. It was rare, she realized, for her bath to be so warm and deep. Normally by the time she and Mary got it filled, it was only just warm enough not to feel cold. English ladies spoke in soft whispers all around her and she could smell lavender. Was she bathing in Fraser? Her eyes shot open to see half a dozen women rushing about the room. Gasping, she grasped at the linen on the side of the tub and pulled it to cover herself.“M’lady!” Izzy turned toward the familiar voice and saw Mary rushing forward. “I’m so glad yer awake! They were nay sure that ye would. I told them ye were too strong and stubborn to let a bit of water and a cool breeze rob ye of yer life!”“Gair? Ellie?”All the women stared at her in silence for a moment and then hurried off. She felt tears burning her eyes. Had they both died because of her choice to move Ellie? “What has happened, Mary? I demand that ye tell me!”“Lady MacDonald has some bruises

Gair was lost in the best dream he’d ever had. Izzy was warm and soft beneath him, whispering his name over and over. His rock-hard tarse was grinding against her and she was squirming underneath him with anticipation. Her hands clawed at his arms and back as she arched against him. Her bare chest pressed tight against his. He’d just tease her a little longer, work her into a frenzy of need, and then - Gair’s blood ran cold and his eyes flew open when a high-pitched scream pierced into his ears. He was disoriented for a moment. Just like in his dream, Izzy was beneath him, his large frame covering hers and pressing her into the bed. Also like in the dream, she was writhing against him, but not because she wanted him. His wife was absolutely terrified. Her eyes were wide and glassy with fear and she was having trouble catching her breath.“O dhé,” Gair blurted out and shoved himself away from her. “Izzy-bee, mo bhean, I’m so sorry!”A spike of anxiety sliced into him like a spear poi

It seemed to Izzy that the whole of Scotia was holding its breath. Even the wind seemed to have stilled. It was then that she realized just how important it was for the mercenaries to lose here. Not only were two of the MacInnis brothers here, the heir of Sinclair, and the 2nd heir of MacDonald, but the Duke of York as well. Second in line to the crown. Gair was right, there was likely far more to this plot than any of them had guessed. As the noise within the castle walls dimmed, Izzy became aware of hoofbeats in the distance. More than one animal and they were running at a good clip. A few of the men on the walls had noticed them too and turned from looking out to looking in and up toward the tower watchman who would have the best view..“A Flag!” He called down. “Too far out yet.”Isobel looked briefly at the door, wishing it was her bedchamber and not Lia’s solar on the other side. Gair’s spyglass would be handy just now. The rider and two horses drew nearer, but nothing else

Isobel lay under a tree, staring up through the leaves. It always amazed her that the leave knew to change colour at the right time of year. It didn’t matter if the autumn were wet and cold, or warm and sunny like this one, the leaves always changed with the season, not the temperature. There were a few yellows and oranges in the trees now, but not so many that she needed her brown tunic to blend in. The guard that had brought the ladies down to the river to collect water and do some wash hadn’t even noticed her. Being stuck inside the walls was beyond dull. Gair didn’t want her going out in the dark, but they slept all afternoon so really that left only the early morning and then a short while between when they woke and when the meal was ready. Neither gave her much time to enjoy herself and even then he wanted her to take a guard! As if she’d go anywhere with a group of men. Gair didn’t seem to have time to take her hunting anymore either. Since the attack, he’d been completely per