Sybella walked into the great hall and was halted by the sound of an angry voice.
“Where have ye been?”
She turned to see Alex standing with his hands on his hips. “Alex, I…was searching for ye.”
He closed the distance between them. “I have been looking for ye everywhere. Where were ye?”
“I was in the garden for a while.”
“The garden? I thought ye were making something for Anabel.”
She wrung her hands nervously. “Anabel, aye. I was stitching something for her and then decided to take a walk.”
Alex froze.
Sybella became increasingly uneasy under his scrutiny and muttered, “I missed ye, Husband.” She tried to depict an ease that she didn’t necessarily feel.
She lowered her gaze to the floor and studied the MacDonell crest, every line, every curve. She suddenly found the clan crest utterly fascinating. The black raven was perched on a rock, engraved with sleek curves. The words “Cragan an Fhithich” encircled the bird in a protective embrace. The Rock of the Raven.
And that’s when she saw it.
The eyes of the raven looked…different. One stone was whole and of a black pearl color, and the other was brown with a hole in the middle, exactly as Colin and her father had described it. God’s teeth! She’d found the bloody stone.
When Alex spotted his wife in the great hall, he was relieved but somewhat confused. How could he have missed her when he searched the gardens, and why wouldn’t she seek out Rosalia and Aunt Iseabail to take a walk? The lass behaved as if she would rather be by herself than enjoying the company of his clan.
Perhaps Sybella had grown tired of his kin the same as he had grown tired of hers. And worse yet, she presently couldn’t meet his eyes. He didn’t mean for his tone to sound so accusatory, but he was troubled when he couldn’t find her, especially after the attempts on her life.
He raised her chin with his finger. “I was worried about ye, Ella. I searched the castle, and when I couldnae find ye…”
She became instantly wide awake and threw herself into his arms. “Oh, Alex.” She pulled down his head and kissed him with passion. He wasn’t sure if it was the words he spoke, but her mood was suddenly buoyant.
Wrapping his arms around her midriff, he lowered his hands, pulling her bottom close. She needed to feel what she did to him. When he remembered he was in the middle of the great hall, he pulled back and gave her a roguish grin. “’Tis too early to seek our bed.”
“Aye, but that doesnae mean I cannae steal a kiss from my husband.” She broke into a wide, open smile.
He leaned in close. “Ye can kiss me whenever ye’d like. Your body tastes like sweetened honey.” He paused for added impact. “And so does your kiss.”
She colored fiercely.
“My laird, my apologies for the interruption, but might I have a word?”
Alex gave Sybella a wry smile. “Pray excuse me but a moment.” He looked at John, who stood with a blank expression on his face. John nodded Alex out into bailey.
“I see ye’ve found your wife,” said John. “Where was she?”
“I must have missed her. She took a walk in the garden.”
John’s eyes narrowed. “Is that what she told ye, or did ye see her?”
“What are ye talking about?” Alex crossed his arms over his chest. When John didn’t answer him, Alex repeated the question.
“Your wife wasnae in the garden.”
Alex’s eyes widened and he shook his head, puzzled. “What do ye mean she wasnae in the garden?”
“I stood upon the wall and I saw her with my own eyes.”
There was a heavy moment of silence.
John was never one to make a play with words. For some reason, his friend’s behavior unnerved Alex. “Well, out with it. If she wasnae in the garden, where was she?”
“The dungeon.”
Seventeen
Sybella closed the door to her bedchamber and threw up her hands. She couldn’t believe it. All of that hunting for the stone, and the darned thing was under her feet the entire time. How many times had she walked over the MacDonell crest? Of course Alex’s father would want to openly display his victory.
Men and their trophies.
All of this uproar—over a rock. A small part in the back of Sybella’s mind had hoped she wouldn’t find the stone and that her father was simply wrong. But now that she’d uncovered her family’s sacred seeing stone, she knew the truth of the matter. And to think, the rock had been under her father’s nose the entire time. God’s teeth! MacKenzie men had even slept upon the floor. Had her sire discovered the stone during her wedding…She shuddered at the thought. There would’ve been a massacre.
She walked over to the desk and sat down. Now that she had found the stone, she needed to make certain that Alex and his clan would be safe. Everything was now in her favor, but she still found it necessary to proceed with caution. She penned a missive to Colin, short and to the point. Once her brother read her words, he would tell her father. And she only prayed her sire would cease this madness, call off his hounds, and stop Alex from traveling to Lewis and killing an innocent MacLeod.
There was a knock on Sybella’s door and she opened it to find the messenger. She handed the man the missive. “Take this to Kintail and deliver it only to my brother, Colin. Show it to nay one else. Do ye understand?”
“Aye, m’lady.”
She watched the messenger depart and then closed the door. She lay down on the bed and sighed. In a few days this would all be over and perhaps she could start to act like the wife Alex deserved. She made a mental promise to herself that there would be no more lies between them. Knowing she had ultimately betrayed his trust, bouts of guilt continued to plague her more often than not. This whole turn of events needed to be over. Soon.
“Are ye sure?” Alex asked John for the hundredth time.
“Aye.”
Alex ran his hand through his hair. “What the hell would she be doing in the dungeon?” He paused. “And why would she lie to me?”
“I donna know.” John kept his face consciously guarded and Alex knew it.
Alex was laird, supposed to be in charge, supposed to know everything that occurred under his own roof. And if he was a good laird, he should even be able to predict things before they’d happen. The mere fact that he did not know what was going on with his own wife angered him.
He walked to Sybella’s bedchamber and didn’t even bother to knock. He simply entered through the adjoining door. She lay upon the bed, her golden locks spread out around her.
“Ella.”
She sat up abruptly. “Alex.”
“When ye told me that ye took a walk in the garden, did ye?” He folded his arms over his chest. “I will have the truth.”
Her eyes widened. “Of course I did. Why do ye ask?”
“Some of my men saw ye…leaving the dungeon.”
Her thin fingers tensed in her lap. She looked away hastily and then moved restlessly.
“Ye will answer me, and I am nae leaving until ye do.”
She looked up at him and spoke tentatively as if testing an idea. “Aye, I was in the dungeon, but I also went to the garden.”
“Why? ’Tis nay place for a woman. Ye have nay reason to be down there.”
Sybella patted the bed beside her. “Please sit, Alex.”
He sat down beside her and waited for her explanation while she chewed her lip and gathered her thoughts.
“I wanted to see it.” As he was about to open his mouth, Sybella continued. “I wanted to see where ye kept the man.”
He paused. “I told ye. He is dead.”