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Christ! The girl was ivy twining round his gut, weaving into his thoughts and squeezing away all common sense. His father lay at risk in the very next room, yet all he could think about were her dark-lashed sapphire eyes and lips so sweet he could taste them still. He wiped the back of his hand across his mouth. Even Odette’s kisses had not stirred him so, and he had loved Odette. Hadn’t he?
This grimy, mischievous chit was more his nemesis than his lover, wife or no. And he’d do well to remember. That kiss had come too easily, meant to distract him from all her offenses. But by God above, he was no fool. He’d not be ruled by his prick like some randy peasant boy. The girl was a Sinclair and full of deceit.
He opened the door to his father’s room to find two of his men—Dermott and Benson—sitting at a tiny table next to the bed. These were souls he could trust, not that slip of a wench next door.
“How fares my father?”
Benson stood, ducking his head under the low beam of the ceiling. “He is quiet, my lord. Breathing steady. No fever yet. Pray that holds.”
Myles nodded and gestured for Benson to sit back down. “Has the doctor been back?”
Dermott shook his head. “Not yet, sir. But he’s nearly finished with the others.”
“And Tavish?”
“Still with the prisoner.”
Myles held the bucket in his hand. He’d forgotten to grab any of the cloths or soap in his haste to leave Fiona’s side, but there was extra bandage swaddling near Cedric’s bed. “Take this water and clean my father’s face and hands. You may use the rest for yourselves.”
“Will you go first, my lord?” Benson asked.
Myles looked down at his own hands. He’d rinsed them with cold water before eating, yet still they were stained with brown blood and dirt ground layers deep. But the hot water in that bucket suddenly held little appeal. Better to use it on his father.
Cedric should be first in his thoughts, but he’d been entranced by his bride, seeing to her needs before that of his own men. He’d gone in her room to interrogate her, not barter for her kisses.
He set the bucket down so fast and hard, water splashed to the floor.
“I’ll wash later. First, I’ll see what Tavish has learned. Stay with the earl until I return.”
Myles made his way quickly down the back staircase and across the yard, meeting his uncle at the doorway to the stable.
“Any news?” Myles asked, crossing his arms against the night’s chill.
Tavish wiped something dark and sticky onto a cloth twisted in his fist. “He recanted his kinship with your bride, but that may have been as much due to my influence than the truth of it. He spewed hatred of the Campbells and our king, and claims he was a mercenary, along with the others.”
“A mercenary hired by which clan? If that’s the case, it could lead us right back to the Sinclairs.”
“Aye, it seems that way to me as well.”
Questions crashed inside Myles’s mind, clattering like hooves against a cobbled street. And each led back to his wife. Had she betrayed him from the start? Been complicit in some scheme of her brothers? It could not be so. Her kiss still tingled on his lips, and even as his judgment warned him against trusting her, he felt his heart giving way to tender emotions, as dangerous as any enemy.
This was not the time to follow his heart. ’Twas his brain he must use now. He’d not let that lass sway his way of thinking.
Tavish turned, and they walked back toward the inn, speaking in hushed tones. “I was rough with him, Myles. As rough as I could be without killing him outright. He’ll be dead soon, and well he knows it. I even offered to send word of him to his family if he gave me more, but...” His voice trailed off.
“Maybe another night of suffering will loosen his tongue.”
“He may not last the night. And I’m not sure he even knows who hired him.”
Pain, dull and thick, lodged inside Myles’s lungs. Having enemies was nothing new. But none before had acted with such singular malice toward his father. Their purpose, he could not fathom. For if, God forbid, his father perished, Myles would take his place as chieftain and the Campbell clan would continue to thrive. And if not him, then his younger brother, Robert. That could only mean one thing.
If one of them was in danger, so were they all.

Hasil (Bahasa Indonesia) 1:

Kristus! Gadis itu ivy twining bulat nya usus, menenun ke dalam pikiran dan meremas pergi semua common sense. Ayahnya meletakkan pada risiko dalam kamar berikutnya, namun semua yang dia bisa memikirkan dia menyerang gelap safir mata dan bibir begitu manis dia bisa merasakan mereka masih. Dia mengusap punggung tangan Nya di mulutnya. Bahkan Odette's ciuman telah tidak diaduk dia begitu, dan ia telah mengasihi Odette. Tidak dia?Ini kotor, nakal chit adalah lebih nya nemesis daripada kekasihnya, istri atau tidak. Dan dia akan melakukannya dengan baik untuk mengingat. Ciuman yang datang terlalu mudah, dimaksudkan untuk mengalihkan dirinya dari semua pelanggaran nya. Tapi oleh Allah di atas, ia tidak membodohi. Dia tidak akan diperintah oleh kemaluannya seperti laki-laki beberapa petani randy. Gadis itu adalah Sinclair dan penuh dengan penipuan.Dia membuka pintu ke ruang ayahnya menemukan dua anak buahnya — Dermott dan Benson — duduk di sebuah meja kecil di samping tempat tidur. Ini adalah jiwa-jiwa yang dia bisa percaya, tidak bahwa secarik Dara sebelah."Bagaimana tarif ayahku?"Benson berdiri, merunduk kepalanya di bawah rendah balok langit-langit. "Ia tenang, tuanku. Pernapasan mantap. Tidak ada demam belum. Berdoa yang memegang."Myles mengangguk dan memberi isyarat untuk Benson untuk duduk kembali. "Dokter telah kembali?"Dermott menggelengkan kepala. "Belum, sir. Tapi dia sudah hampir selesai dengan yang lain.""Dan Tavish?""Masih dengan tahanan."Myles held the bucket in his hand. He’d forgotten to grab any of the cloths or soap in his haste to leave Fiona’s side, but there was extra bandage swaddling near Cedric’s bed. “Take this water and clean my father’s face and hands. You may use the rest for yourselves.”“Will you go first, my lord?” Benson asked.Myles looked down at his own hands. He’d rinsed them with cold water before eating, yet still they were stained with brown blood and dirt ground layers deep. But the hot water in that bucket suddenly held little appeal. Better to use it on his father.Cedric should be first in his thoughts, but he’d been entranced by his bride, seeing to her needs before that of his own men. He’d gone in her room to interrogate her, not barter for her kisses.He set the bucket down so fast and hard, water splashed to the floor.“I’ll wash later. First, I’ll see what Tavish has learned. Stay with the earl until I return.”Myles made his way quickly down the back staircase and across the yard, meeting his uncle at the doorway to the stable.“Any news?” Myles asked, crossing his arms against the night’s chill.Tavish wiped something dark and sticky onto a cloth twisted in his fist. “He recanted his kinship with your bride, but that may have been as much due to my influence than the truth of it. He spewed hatred of the Campbells and our king, and claims he was a mercenary, along with the others.”“A mercenary hired by which clan? If that’s the case, it could lead us right back to the Sinclairs.”“Aye, it seems that way to me as well.”Questions crashed inside Myles’s mind, clattering like hooves against a cobbled street. And each led back to his wife. Had she betrayed him from the start? Been complicit in some scheme of her brothers? It could not be so. Her kiss still tingled on his lips, and even as his judgment warned him against trusting her, he felt his heart giving way to tender emotions, as dangerous as any enemy.This was not the time to follow his heart. ’Twas his brain he must use now. He’d not let that lass sway his way of thinking.Tavish turned, and they walked back toward the inn, speaking in hushed tones. “I was rough with him, Myles. As rough as I could be without killing him outright. He’ll be dead soon, and well he knows it. I even offered to send word of him to his family if he gave me more, but...” His voice trailed off.“Maybe another night of suffering will loosen his tongue.”“He may not last the night. And I’m not sure he even knows who hired him.”Pain, dull and thick, lodged inside Myles’s lungs. Having enemies was nothing new. But none before had acted with such singular malice toward his father. Their purpose, he could not fathom. For if, God forbid, his father perished, Myles would take his place as chieftain and the Campbell clan would continue to thrive. And if not him, then his younger brother, Robert. That could only mean one thing.If one of them was in danger, so were they all.