Free A Time Apart: Time Travel Historical Highlander Romance by Lolita London

interrupted in a menacing tone and his voice grew louder. “But you won’t survive to take any pleasure in it.”
     
    “It’s not true,” Jenny yelled, but knew she was wasting her breath.
     
    Donald didn’t want to hear what she was saying. He’d made up his mind that she was a spy for his enemies before he even met her for the first time and he wasn’t going to believe anything she said now. From the time he first saw her at the meeting of the clan council in the Great Hall he wanted to kill her and his threats were about to become a reality. All he was doing now was waiting for the moment he saw the Glennet clan approaching to throw her over the wall to her death.
     
    “You would happily see every one of us dead,” he went on as his accusations against her continued.
     
    Jenny knew there was no point in protesting and remained silent. It seemed her fate was sealed and that she was taking her last breaths. She still tried to struggle against the painful grip on her hair, but she was no match for the strength of Donald.
     
    “But you won’t get the chance now,” he said in a mocking tone “You’re the one that’s going to die a terrible death.”
     
    He went quiet as he stared into the distance and listened. The faint sound of a horn echoed across the glen a few times, but it eventually stopped. An ominous silence surrounded them that lasted for a few minutes, but it was eventually broken by the thundering noise of hooves that gout louder as it closed in on the castle.
     
    The despair was overwhelming and Jenny closed her eyes as the grip on her hair tightened even more. She was about to be thrown to her death and there was nothing she could do about it. Her muttered prayers were quiet as she said what she thought would be her last words.
     
    “Shut up bitch,” Donald growled aggressively. “Prayers won’t help you now.”
     
    The tears rolled from the corners of Jenny’s eyes as she went quiet and waited for the end.
     
    “What the…”
     
    She heard the surprise in Donald’s voice and was aware of his grasp loosening. It made her open her eyes and she saw the men heading towards the castle were swathed in green tartan. It was the Dungannon clansman returning from the battle. She looked to the countryside beyond in the expectation of seeing an enemy coming after them, but there was none.
     
    “Open the drawbridge,” a cry went up from down below.
     
    The men raced towards the caste entrance and the drawbridge was raised after all of them crossed it. The loud noise of their entrance to the courtyard came up to the turret then all went quiet. Jenny kept her gaze on the open space of the glen to watch for others approaching the castle, but after a minute or two it became clear that no one else was coming.
     
    The sound of the door crashing open caught her attention and her eyes opened wide as she looked towards it.
     
    James,” she screamed as he walked towards them.
     
    He didn’t acknowledge her as he stared directly at Donald.
     
    “Let her go,” he told his older brother
     
    “You’re…, you’re dead,” Donald let out in a hushed voice. “I saw you being struck and falling from your horse.”
     
    “Knocked out,” James replied. “Not dead.”
     
    Jenny put her hand to her mouth as she stared at his injury. Blood stained the side of his face and the tartan on his shoulder, with the gash on his head being the damage caused by the glancing blow of a weapon. Tears streamed down her face.
     
    “What happened out there?” Donald asked as he narrowed his eyes.
     
    “The horns you just heard were the sound of a retreat,” James told him. “Cameron Glennet is dead and his clan fled after it happened. When I came around after being struck I rallied our forces with father and victory is ours…, so let her go.”
     
    Donald looked at Jenny and she saw straight away that he wasn’t going to do it.
     
    “NO,” he cried. “How many of our compatriots have died today