He’d borne Genevieve back to his own keep, vowing that no man save he would ever possess her. Ian McHugh had swept in, slaughtering every last man and woman accompanying her to her intended husband’s holding. Believed killed in an ambush as her party made the journey to her betrothed. Others had stayed only because there was no place for them to go. Many had fled, avoiding the inevitable bloodbath that would surely occur. All that was left for it was for Patrick to step aside and name Ian as his successor. Ian had ruled in Patrick’s stead for years now. Ian had run roughshod over his father from a very early age. Finally, she would have at least a hope of freedom. As Genevieve had prayed that he would.įinally. Ian’s father, Patrick, the laird-as laughable as that thought was-had fled only this morn, because he bore the knowledge that Graeme Montgomery would return to avenge his wife. Graeme Montgomery had righted the wrong done against his wife and had spitted Ian on his sword in front of the whole of the McHugh clan.Īnd now the entire clan waited with anxious worry for the return of the Montgomerys. This time, however, he’d crossed the wrong clan, and he’d paid for it with his life. It was the same with Eveline Montgomery, a woman who, like Genevieve, had spurned Ian’s advances. If he couldn’t have her, then no man would. He was like a petulant child guarding his favorite toys. They were objects he viewed as possessions. If only she’d stayed in her chamber that fateful day when he’d arrived at court and had become instantly obsessed with her.īut his obsession hadn’t been limited to her. Her question whispered softly in her ears, as if the wind had gathered it up and carried it back on its wings.

The wind picked up, blowing cool on her face, relieving the sting of the sun. There were worse things than death, as she’d discovered. She should be afraid, but she’d long ago accepted her fate. The Montgomerys would not allow the injustice done to one of their own, and now the whole of the McHugh clan-or what was left of it-would pay the price for Ian McHugh’s daring. The summer sun was high and showed no signs of lowering in the sky, and yet she could sense darkness. “Do you ever wish but for a moment to go back in time?” Genevieve McInnis whispered as she stood in the window of the tiny tower room that had been appointed to her more than a year past.

Highlander Most Wanted by Maya Banks