Epilogue
Two Days Later
Grant woke to a slight pressure on his chest. It then nudged his cheek. Opening his eyes, he stared at the little furr ball meowing at him, vying for his attention. He smiled then turned onto his side to glance at his wife. She still had a slight bruising on her face where Torsten Campbell had struck her, but knowing the man and his crew lay buried in the cold earth and would never hurt another was some comfort.
When he’d seen the man’s sword aimed at Isobel kneeling helpless on the ground, he’d known sheer panic, the kind that had stopped his heart. He was certain he would relive that moment in nightmares for the rest of his life. He would thank God every day he’d been fast enough to block the blow.
He had her here now, and she insisted she was done with the Resistance and wanted nothing more than to stay on Skye and keep their bairn safe. He’d even penned an anonymous letter to Alex Gordon yesterday to let the man know she was done with that life and to make sure he never came to seek her out.
Isobel said as long as she had use of the lists and could train the MacDonald women to protect themselves she would be happy. He would let her have that. She’d already taught Annis how to use a sgian-dubh.
After failing to gain his attention, Daracha pounced on Isobel. Her eyes flew open and she looked around in panic until her gaze rested on his.
“Tell me again,” he whispered to her as he pushed a curl back from her cheek.
The corners of her lips curved up and her sleepy smile nearly melted his heart. “I love ye, husband.”
And he knew no matter what came, war or peace, prosperity or famine, he would have her by his side and everything would be right with the world.
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