Captured By the Highlander
“Gawyn said, “but Duncan says I have to bind your wrists for the night.”
“You’re going to tie me up again?” she asked. “Is that real y necessary?” Her chafe wounds were only just beginning to heal.
“He says it’s for your own good, because if you tried to run off you’d get lost and might get into trouble.”
“I promise I won’t run off,” she insisted while she watched him pull the rough twine from a saddlebag, and winced at the recollection of being tied up that morning. “Where in the world would I go? We haven’t seen a single soul for miles.
I’m not stupid, Gawyn.”
“Aye, but you might panic in the night,” Fergus said, “or try to slit our throats while we sleep.”
“Don’t be ridiculous. I’m not a murderous savage.”
Fergus smiled crookedly. “But you’re in the company of savages, lassie, and don’t you know our wicked ways are contagious?”
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