Page 72 of A Nameless Highland Laird
“Charlotte, come here,” Cameron ordered, his eyes never leaving Alec.
She quickly skirted around the man still on the ground, though he was slowly pushing himself up.
Cameron reached out and tucked her behind him, his body taut for a fight. Alec leaned on one arm and spat out a mouthful of blood. Charlotte didn’t know what to think of the pride that rushed through her knowing that Cameron had done that for her.
“If ye ever so much as look at my future wife again, I will have ye tossed in jail to spend the rest of yer sorry life. Ye are nae welcome on my lands or in my castle. Collect yer things and go.”
Alec raised himself off the ground, the picture of nonchalance, though there was still blood dribbling from his busted lip. He sniffed and wiped his mouth, leaving a red streak smeared.
Charlotte clutched at her skirts, trying to keep her hands steady as Alec prowled closer. Cameron turned with the man, making sure that he stayed between Charlotte and Alec.
“Ye can give all the orders ye want to now,Laird,” Alec taunted, “but I have always been and will always be the only man for Charlotte. She belongs to me. And yer orders will nae do ye any good when ye die on the battlefield. When that day comes, I can promise ye that I will be right back here to claim her and there will be nay one to stop me.”
“Get out.”
Charlotte watched in horror as Alec strode through the courtyard and meandered over to his horse as though he hadn’t just threatened the Laird. She was relieved to see him ride away, though that relief soon melted into terror as she realized that with the war coming, he could very well make do on his threats.
For the third time that day, she turned her face and found safety into Cameron’s arms.
