Unbreakable (Highlands Forever Book 1) Page 16

  “Six masons and fifteen laborers are already rebuilding the cottages and the wall in the west village, Laird Alex,” Jamie reported. “The extra hands will assure quick completion.”

  “Have ye taken an inventory for what we’ll need for the other four villages? The same should be done—providing defenses so the next time the Sutherlands come looking for a fight, they’ll get one.”

  “Aye. Accommodations for the guards are also being constructed.”

  Petro slid a ledger across the table to Alex. “I’ve finished the calculations, Alexander. There’s enough gold to hire the necessary hands to make the improvements on the keep, build the second tower, and pay two hundred retainers through next year. But we’ll need more money.”

  Alex scanned the parchment. Clan MacKay was luckily self-sufficient, yielding enough crops—oats, barley, turnips, and kale—to sustain the tenants. The storerooms were also well-stocked with preserved meats, butter, cheese, and ale. The cattle and sheep herds flourished. Fortunately, his sire and brother had exercised temperance when it came to spending money, sometimes to a fault. He dinna mind investing in his clan, using his own wealth to improve the lives of the people. But there remained one question: it would be necessary to send a representative back to Constantinople to settle his accounts and sell his property.

  He’d considered several candidates, including Petro. But Alex dinna want to part ways with him. He needed his secretary to help run the keep and maintain a friendship with Keely. Mathe was a soldier and dinna have the disposition to deal with foreigners. But Jamie had a good head on his shoulders. And like Alex, he was tall and fierce looking and would win the respect of the lords in the east.

  “There is something I wish to discuss with ye,” Alex said to his cousin.

  “Whatever ye need.”

  “Sit.” Alex gestured to one of the chairs by the table. “As ye know, I dinna prepare for a long stay in Scotland.”

  “Aye,” Jamie acknowledged, crossing his legs.

  “I own extensive properties in Constantinople, employ sixty servants, own twenty slaves, and my concubines…”

  Jamie coughed exaggeratedly.

  “Tis a delicate subject,” Alex said.

  “I never imagined ye as anything but a Highlander, Cousin.”

  “I am a Highlander first.” Alex thumped his chest. “But if a man leaves his homeland, ye canna fault him for building a life elsewhere.”

  “Nay,” Jamie said. “But I canna understand keeping slaves.”

  “Doona fash, Father Michael has provided the guidance I need to save my soul.”

  Jamie chuckled.

  “It seems a man can be absolved of any sin as long as he has enough coin,” Alex added.

  “I’ll remember it when I need forgiveness.”

  Alex rolled his eyes. There were stark differences between life in Scotland and Constantinople. Sometimes he still missed the heat and sand. But he’d willingly let go of that life and there was no going back now. “I want ye to sail to Constantinople.”

  Jamie leaned forward in the chair, resting his palms on the edge of the table. “Are ye daft? Leave home?”

  “Aye. Ye’ve been to England and France.”

  “To advance MacKay interests, to fight for my laird,” Jamie pointed out.

  “And now ye will serve my interests by dissolving any ties I have in the east. I will pay ye a king’s ransom, Jamie. Ye’ll have enough coin to attract the kind of bride ye deserve.”

  His cousin dinna look convinced.

  “What do I know of such a place? The people?”

  “I will send Kuresh with ye. He will act as interpreter, councilor, and guide.”

  “What about Mathe? Or Gordon? He has a head for business—can haggle with the sellers at the market like an old woman.”

  “Aye, Gordon would be a wise choice, too. But he doesna have yer quick wit and sword arm. And he isna my kinsman. This requires someone I trust implicitly.”

  Alex had always lived with a sense of purpose, first for the honor of his family, and when his brother and Keely betrayed him, that purpose shifted to himself. Well, now it had switched back to family. And the wealth that would come from selling off his assets would make Clan MacKay a worthy adversary to the Sutherlands. Titles and lands were purely symbolic in Alex’s mind. A man with enough gold to do whatever he wanted commanded his enemies’ respect and fear.

  “What about my seat on the council?”

  “Name yer temporary replacement or grant proxy to one of the members. Yer place will be saved for when ye return. And trust me, Cousin, ye will come home.” Alex could see the uncertainty on his face.

  “How long will I be gone?”

  “Two months.”

  “An Diabhal fhéein!”

  “Doona incite the devil. Ask for protection from the Almighty if ye must,” Alex suggested, attempting to hide his smile.

  “Ye’re not like other men, Alex. Nothing would make me want to leave the Highlands.”

  “Spoken like a man who has never experienced the kind of betrayal I have.”

  There was a long silence.

  “Still about betrayal, is it?” Jamie asked sharply.

  Alex clamped his jaw tight. “A subject better avoided.”

  “All right,” Jamie said. “When do ye need my answer?”

  “Now.”

  “Now?”

  “Aye. The longer we wait, the better the chance of someone taking what is mine. I should have been on my ship weeks ago.”

  “Did ye no leave someone to act in yer absence?”

  “Of course, a trusted servant who is trained to run my household,” Alex said. “But there are powerful men who covet what I own.”

  “What if I refuse?”

  Alex stiffened. “I havena thought that far ahead.”

  Jamie’s eyebrows rose with surprise. “Ye say go, and I must.”

  “I am laird, and ye did swear fealty to me.”

  Jamie nodded. “It will cost ye, Cousin. I want my own lands. And a house.”

  “Ye wish to live apart from the clan?”

  “Have ye not heard a word I’ve said, Alex? Our clan means everything to me. I would never leave. But I’d gladly take back what my father ceded to yer da before he died. Tis the price for my sword arm that ye value so much.”

  His cousin’s demand wasna unreasonable. The voyage would take Jamie through pirate infested waters, so it would only be right to pay him. Alex still sought Petro’s approval. Giving up land wasna something taken lightly. But Alex also recognized the importance of keeping his heir happy. If anything happened to Alex, or if Keely couldna bear him a son, Jamie would be the next laird. Another reason he wanted his cousin to take the trip. Nothing opened a man’s eyes like Constantinople. He’d either find God or go to the devil.

  “Five hundred acres along the sea coast,” Petro said, referencing a map that Alex’s father had always kept available. It showed the extent of Clan MacKay holdings. “A fair exchange for what you ask him to do.”

  “All right.” Alex stood and walked around the table to where his cousin sat. “Ye’ll have the land, and upon yer return, my masons will build whatever home ye want.”

  Jamie hoisted himself up to his feet, still looking unsure of the situation. “Two months?”

  “Three, if the storm gods curse ye.”

  “Ye’re a bloody pagan,” Jamie said, clasping Alex’s shoulder. “I willna fail ye. And once the shock of the moment passes, I am sure I will be grateful for the opportunity. It’s just … I’ve never considered traveling so far before. A man gets comfortable in his natural surroundings.”

  “We are creatures of habit,” Alex agreed. “Some of them worse than others.”

  The two laughed, and Alex gripped his cousin’s forearm.

  “Thank ye, Jamie. I’ve always considered ye a brother.”

  Chapter Twenty

  A week later, as Keely dressed for the feast Alex had planned in honor of her father and
Jamie’s departure, she couldna help but feel a little sad. She’d miss Jamie. However, his quest filled her with hope. With Alex cutting ties in Constantinople, it meant he fully intended to stay in the Highlands. The fear that he’d secure his place as laird, get her with child, and then depart had always been in the back of her mind. Though they’d fallen into a comfortable routine lately, her husband showed no sign of softening toward her.

  Aye, he treated her with decency and dinna hold back his passion at night. But she craved more—that intimate connection she’d seen other couples share. She turned and looked at Leah who was busy cleaning her dressing table.

  “What troubles ye?” the maid asked.

  “Nothing.”

  “I know ye’re not telling the truth, Lady Keely. Whenever ye worry, crease lines appear between yer brows.”

  Had she grown that careless? While in residence at Dunrobin Castle, she had learned quickly to hide her feelings. Otherwise, the earl and his sons would question her, and Helen wouldna leave her side. Doubt whispered inside her as she tried to make sense of everything. Aye, she amused Alex and had proven herself an eager lover. But his interest in her seemed to end the moment the sun came up and he stepped out of their bedchamber.

  She wanted more, to be his confidant and helpmate—to learn everything about managing Clan MacKay, inside and outside the keep. Numerous requests to accompany him on clan business had fallen on deaf ears. With other clans, sometimes the laird’s wife settled disputes among the women, a duty she’d very much like to take on. It would ease his workload.

  “Keeping secrets doesna help ye.” Leah interrupted her thoughts.

  “I have too many secrets to count.”

  The maid chuckled. “Tis only one thing that makes ye restless like this.”

  “Oh?”

  “Aye—anything about Laird Alex.”

  Life revolved around him now. Even with her father and brothers visiting, she still felt half full. “I will simply have to accept whatever pieces of him he’s willing to give me.”

  Leah clicked her tongue. “Ye’d give up so easily?”

  “I’ve asked him to spend more time with me, to include me in his affairs.” She felt defeated and had run out of options, with the exception of begging—but that would only make her husband angry.

  Relief threaded through her when someone knocked on the door. Leah drooped her dusting cloth and wiped her hands on her smock.

  “I will get it,” Keely said. She needed the distraction.

  Much to her delight, Petro greeted her when she opened the door.

  “Lady Keely,” he bowed. “Would you take a walk with me? I have news.”

  “What kind of news?” she asked curiously.

  “The kind that no one else should hear.”

  She looked over her shoulder to make sure Leah wasn’t listening. “I will get my cloak. Will ye wait out here?”

  “Aye.”

  She closed the door quietly.

  “Who was it?” Leah asked.

  “I am going for a walk with Petro.”

  “But yer hair.”

  Keely preferred to wear it down. “There’s still plenty of time before the feast starts,” she said, choosing her best cloak and securing it around her shoulders. “If Alex sends for me, tell him where I am.”

  “Aye,” Leah said, watching as she walked back to the door.

  “The scholar is my friend,” she assured the maid. “And those are in short supply here, Leah. Be happy for me.” Keely slipped into the corridor.

  “We will go out the back way,” Petro suggested, taking her arm. “Your father and brothers are in the great hall.”

  “Drinking again?”

  “Your father has a certain zeal for life.”

  “Aye, and once he starts drinking heavily, he willna stop until he falls off his chair.”

  Petro chortled. “We come from very different worlds.”

  “Yet ye chose to stay here. Why?”

  Petro steered her through the passageway, then down a narrow set of stairs that led to the chambers where the maids slept. “I will not leave Alex. And the Highlands remind me of home.”

  She’d expected a more complicated reason for him giving up everything he knew. But it dinna matter, she wanted him to stay. He made life more enjoyable.

  Impressed with his knowledge of the layout of the ancient, stone keep, she couldna keep it to herself. “Ye’ve only lived here for six weeks, how is it ye’re so comfortable with where to go? Do ye spend time exploring?”

  “That’s a nice way of saying it.”

  “Whatever do ye mean?”

  Petro blushed! She couldna believe it. She’d never seen a man get that embarrassed before.

  “Wait,” she said as they stopped on the landing. “Only the women use these stairs.”

  “And I am not a woman.”

  “Nay, ye are very much a man.” Keely tapped her chin in deep thought. “Are ye wooing one of the maids, Petro?”

  The guilty look on his face provided the answer she needed.

  “Aye. Her name is Glenna.”

  Keely knew the lass and her sister. “She’s a fortunate woman to have attracted a man like ye.”

  “We meet at night, after everyone has gone to bed.”

  “Does Alex know?”

  Petro nodded, and it greatly disappointed her that her husband wouldna confide in her.

  “Come,” Petro urged her to keep walking. “I do not want anyone to catch us here.”

  They turned left into another passageway, and ended up at a doorway that opened to the outside. The gardens were on this side of the keep, where the most sunlight reached. Once they were away from any people, Petro stopped and pulled a missive from inside his tunic.

  “The earl has answered my missive.”

  “What does he have to say?”

  “We are welcome at Dunrobin Castle.”

  Of all the things she’d done in the past, sneaking away to meet with the earl would be the most dangerous. Not that she feared for her safety. What she feared was Alex’s wrath. If he found out that Struan claimed they were betrothed, he’d likely kill the earl’s son and send her away to a convent. Nay, she must handle the situation on her own. And with Petro’s help, she felt confident that everything would work in her favor.

  “When do ye want to leave?”

  “Tonight,” he said.

  She’d not expected that. “So soon?”

  “Aye. Your father and brothers are distracted. Attend the feast as planned, and after we’ve eaten, I will challenge Alex to a drinking game. My cup will contain watered down wine. Once he is drunk, we will meet behind the stables. The horses will be waiting.”

  “May I see the letter?”

  “Of course.” Petro handed it to her.

  Keely recognized the earl’s dramatic script. He extended an open invitation, mentioned how much his daughter missed her, and offered blessings on the news of her marriage to Alex.

  “These are not the words of the man I know.” Keely looked up from the parchment.

  “What do you mean?”

  “The earl is a powerful man,” she said. “He stops at nothing to get his way. I canna believe he’d offer his blessing, especially if his son wants to marry me.”

  “I will protect you with my life, Keely.”

  “I know.” She squeezed his hand. “Perhaps my concern is misplaced. There is no reason for the earl to hurt me.”

  “If I thought for a moment we were in danger, I wouldn’t follow through with our plan.”

  “And Struan must be silenced. I doona want Alex to hear from a stranger that I am engaged to another man, especially the earl’s son!”

  “I agree. The reward is worth the risk.”

  With the plan finalized, Petro escorted Keely back to her chamber.

  *

  “These are the men who cursed my daughter?” Laird Oliphant gave the offenders a black look.

  Alex had never intended for his f
ather-in-law to find out what happened at the wedding. Unfortunately, one of Keely’s brothers had been drinking with his soldiers. Too much ale brought out the worst in a man, made them gossip like an old woman.

  “Aye. Their leader hasna recovered from my beating. He is dying.”

  “I want to see the bastard.”

  Frankly, Alex still wanted to kill him. But he’d not hurt a man who couldna stand and fight. Laird Oliphant might not be so honorable if he was given access to Levi. Nay, he must dissuade the laird. “Help me decide the fate of these men first.”

  Laird Oliphant studied each one. “That one isna strong enough to lift a sword. How old are ye, lad?” he asked the youngest.

  “Fourteen.”

  Laird Oliphant grunted and looked at Alex. “A long stay in the kitchens working under yer head of household should chase the devil out of him.”

  “If that is what ye wish.” Alex wanted his father-in-law to feel important, to have a hand in defending his daughter’s honor.

  “He’s but a whelp, only guilty of doing what he’s told. Where’s yer da?”

  The boy pointed at one of the other five men.

  Laird Oliphant shook his head. “There’s a special place in Hades for a man who would lead his son astray.”

  Alex signaled for one of the guards.

  “Take the lad to the kitchens,” he said. “Ye are to submit to Mistress Bradana. If word reaches me that ye’re disobedient, ye’ll get lashes. Do ye understand?”

  The boy bowed. “Aye, milord.”

  As his father-in-law downed another cup of ale, Alex considered what to do with the other men. In Constantinople, all of them would be hung—a form of execution reserved for the lowest criminals. It had taken all of his strength to control his bloodthirsty nature on his wedding night. Levi’s beating had been beyond brutal. But the punishment had to fit the crime. Accusing his wife of being a witch … that could cause trouble for his clan.

  “Let my sons kill them,” the laird suggested. “Broc needs a lesson or two about administering justice.”

  Alex placed his folded hands on the table. “Twould be within yer rights as Keely’s father. Or mine as her husband. But I am afraid my wife wouldna speak with me again if she found out I ordered their executions.”