Free Highland Savage by Hannah Howell Page A

good that ye ken how to keep your word.”
    “She went to my grave?” Katerina asked in shock even as she gently bathed Annie’s pretty round face with cool water.
    “Aye,” replied Lucas. “When she thought me a holy mon, she asked if ’twas a sin to say prayers o’er the unconsecrated grave of a suicide. She didnae really believe ye had killed yourself, though.”
    “’Tis odd, but that is one of the things that angers me the most about all of this. How dare Agnes let people think I committed such a sin.”
    “Myself, I think I would be more annoyed by being tossed o’er a cliff into a loch,” drawled William.
    Katerina had to fight a smile and ignored the way Thomas and the men all grinned. It was difficult, however, not to stare at Lucas. With the grin on his face and the light oflaughter in his fine eyes, he looked so much like the man she had fallen in love with that it hurt. The way his somber, almost angry expression returned so quickly, hurt even more, for she knew now that part of it was caused by his belief that she had betrayed him.
    A soft groan from Annie drew her full attention, and Katerina gladly accepted the tankard of wine William handed her knowing Annie would probably need it. For a brief moment after Annie opened her eyes, she looked confused, but then her gaze settled on Katerina again and she turned even paler. With her free hand, Katerina grabbed Annie’s hand and held it tightly, hoping that touch would reassure the woman.
    “Dinnae ye faint on me again, Annie,” Katerina said sternly. “Drink this,” she ordered and handed the woman the wine.
    “Ye arenae dead,” Annie said in a soft, unsteady voice before she gulped down nearly half the wine. “Why would everyone say ye are dead when ye arenae?” She gasped. “And who did they bury?”
    Katerina rocked back on her heels and stared at Annie for a moment, all too aware of how everyone was staring at her and waiting for an answer. She tried to think of her grave as little as possible, for it gave her the chills. Agnes had put up a very nice stone and played the grieving sister with skill according to some of the others. Katerina had never wondered if anything or anyone had actually been put beneath that stone, however.
    “I am shamed to say that I ne’er gave it much thought,” Katerina finally replied. “I assume ’tis an empty grave, Annie. Rocks, mayhap, if they needed to give the coffin some weight. Unless there is someone who went missing at the same time—” she began, but Annie shook her head.
    “Nay, no one save Robbie,” Annie said as she slowly sat up.
    “I cannae think Robbie came back to Dunlochan and died so conveniently, just when Agnes needed a body. If naught else, Robbie would be appalled at becoming a pawn in Agnes’s treacherous plots.”
    Annie nodded slowly. “And so easily, too.”
    Katerina grinned. “Verra true. Nay, I doubt anyone rests in my grave.”
    The relief on Annie’s face came and went so quickly, Katerina knew she had been lucky to see it. She hid her shock. Had she been wrong about Robbie? Had he been unfaithful to Agnes even before Agnes had broken the vows said between them? Even as doubt about the man and her own judgment crept into her mind, she was able to banish it. Robbie might be quick with a smile for the lasses, but he held true to his vows until he realized the woman he had given them to did not do the same, that Agnes had fooled him in all ways as to the woman she truly was. He had left too quickly after that to have already begun an affair with Annie. Annie was also an innocent and somewhat pious. She would never have fallen into a love affair with a married man. That did not mean, however, that Annie could not be enamored of the far too charming Robbie. Katerina inwardly sighed, hoping the young woman had not given her heart away foolishly. She was all too aware of how much that could hurt.
    “What do Thomas and I do now, m’lady?” Annie asked as she shyly