was tempting to hide from all of it, here upon Ennisleigh. Her husband wanted her to stay away. She took a breath, steeling herself. Though it frightened her to even think of visiting a fortress under such conditions, she had to know the full truth of what had happened. Only then could she decide whether or not to stay. Was Patrick telling the truth? Or was he simply holding her prisoner?
‘Let me help you,’ she coaxed the boy. ‘I may know some of the men. I can ask them not to attack.’
Ewan shook his head. ‘You must stay here.’
While the boy rattled off reasons why his brother had forbidden her to leave, Isabel ignored him. She could not remain here any longer.
She followed Ewan down the rocky incline to the sandy beach where he’d hauled the boat. His skinny arms struggled to push the vessel into the water, and she stepped inside before he could get any further.
‘You must go back,’ Ewan argued, his hands poised upon the wood.
‘I am going with you, and you will take me to your brother’s fortress. I’m not staying here.’
Ewan’s hands lowered to his sides. He was staring at something out in the water. Isabel turned to follow his gaze and saw the flare of several torches. The flames cast reflections upon the black sea water.
Amid the harsh glow of the torches, she saw a man with black hair. He wore a dark blue cloak, pinned with an iron brooch. His clothing fairly blended into the night and his boat moved forward with a swift grace. The familiar visage made Isabel grip the sides of Ewan’s boat even tighter.
‘Going somewhere, my wife?’
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