not see the swelling? He had chased her, now he acted like he regretted catching her.
She had to imagine his arms pulling her closer to him and the comfort of his hand holding hers. Caird’s ignoring her could not be plainer. To him, her ankle wasn’t broken; therefore, she wouldn’t receive help.
She was expected to make it to and onto the horse, but the horse hadn’t come any closer. Even if she made it that far, she needed to find some sort of leverage and hoist herself up.
Dragging her foot, she limped over sticks and ferns towards the horse. It was a small victory to reach it, but an even greater one as she guided it towards a small boulder she could step upon.
Caird was watching her, but she wouldn’t beg him for help. As she pulled herself up, she adjusted herself until seated.
Gratefully, the animal stood still but without a saddle or reins, she didn’t know how to make it move.
Irritatingly, the increasing breeze lifted and tangled stray strands of her hair, which stung her eyes. She impatiently pushed them back and gave Caird a scathing look, but his eyes only watched her errant hair.
Exasperated, she retorted, ‘Why not just leave me here?’
‘Tempting,’ he said, his narrow gaze returning to hers. He seemed angrier than before. ‘But while Malcolm knows what we carry, I’ll not have my cousins involved.’
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