Medieval 01 - Untamed
good knights,â she said. âSir Duncan will be with you soon.â
As the men filed past Meg to the great hall, she bent once more and began prodding Duncanâs throat with careful fingertips. Duncan had cast aside his battle clothing and was wearing little more than short leather breeches. Megâs hair, as usual, had come undone. When a thick lock slithered forward and threatened to get in her way, Duncan caught it, tugged it lightly, and tucked it behind Megâs ear. The casual gesture spoke of long familiarity between the Scots Hammer and the lady of Blackthorne Keep.
With hooded eyes, Dominic watched Duncan and Meg from the doorway. Each time Dominic drew a breath, he told himself there was no cause for the jealousy that was lying like molten lead in his gut. Yet seeing his wifeâs hands smoothing over the muscular width of Duncanâs neck in search of injuries made vivid every bit of gossip he had heard both before and after coming to Blackthorne Keep.
Duncanâs betrothed .
Duncanâs leman .
The witch waits, smiling and biding her time .
âYou came very close to seeing God,â Meg muttered.
âAye.â Duncan tugged on another stray lock of her hair and smiled whimsically. âWould you have missed me, Meggie?â
âThe way a cat misses a dog.â
Duncan laughed and tucked the fiery lock away beneath Megâs head cloth. Bells chimed when he accidently pulled the cloth askew. He removed and refitted the circlet on her, setting bells to singing with every motion. If she objected to the intimacy, she didnât show it with word or action.
Affection between them .
Pretending to be satisfied with her cold Norman lord .
Smiling and biding her time .
âOuch! God blind me, are you trying to finish what your husband started?â
âAre you sure you have no trouble swallowing?â Meg asked.
âIâm certain.â
âWell, âtis a lucky scoundrel you are, Duncan of Maxwell.â
âAye,â he agreed. âBut Iâll never have a wife like you, Meggie.â
âFor that you should thank the lord,â she retorted. âAsk Dominic. Iâm such a trial to him that he makes me go belled like a cat or a falcon.â
âIs Dominic unkind to you?â Duncan asked, his voice no longer teasing.
âTo his Glendruid wife? To his sole hope of legal heirs? Does my husband strike you as a stupid man?â Meg asked curtly.
âGodâs blood, no. The man is as cunning as a wolf.â
âHeâs as cunning as a pack of wolves. And he isnât unkind to me. My jesses, after all, are almost the equal of his fine peregrineâs.â
Duncan shouted with laughter.
Smiling even as she scolded Duncan to sit still, Meg rubbed a salve into the various bruises that showed on Duncanâs broad chest.
Biding her time .
For the Scots Reever she has always loved .
She waits .
âIf you should have any trouble swallowing, come directly to me,â Meg said as she rubbed salve into a bruise on Duncanâs shoulder.
âI always do, Meggie. Your touch alone would heal a man, much less your magic Glendruid potions.â
Dominic pulled off his helm and dumped it onto a nearby table with enough force to make ale leap in the bowl Simon had left for the knights to drink.
Meg looked up swiftly. Her green eyes went over Dominic like intangible hands, searching for hidden wounds. What she saw was an icy anger that made her realize she was standing between Duncanâs muscular thighs. A flush tinted her cheeks. Hastily she stepped back.
Duncan turned and looked at Dominic. The expression on the liegeâs face made it clear that he wasnât happy to find his wife alone with a half-naked Duncan of Maxwell. Duncan smiled rather sardonically.
âNow I know why you gave me an estate three daysâ ride from here,â he said.
âSee that you get to it quickly,â Dominic said in a cold voice.
âAye, lord. Iâll do that. I like my head just where it is.â
Duncan stood and strode quickly from the solar, snagging his mantle on the way out. Dominicâs coldgray eyes bored into him every step of the way.
âI had Eadith prepare a bath,â Meg said. âIt should be ready by now. Shall I call Simon to tend you?â
âNay. I think I will sample the joys of your âhealing touchâ for myself.â
The words were like a whip. Meg
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