Alaric kept his gaze fastened on the lass until she disappeared from view. Then he shot his brothers the full force of his glare.

　　“Is there something you wanted?” he asked irritably.

　　“Aye,” Caelen drawled. “For instance, to know whether you were still alive or not.”

　　“As you can see I am. Isn’t there something else you could be doing?”

　　Ewan shook his head and sat on the stool next to the bed. “Forget your fascination with the lass for a moment. There are things we must know. Starting with who did this to you.”

　　Alaric sighed. His side ached. His head felt as though he’d spent the last week...