She dropped her lashes quickly to hide the hurt. “I’ve taken one of my husband’s prized mounts. Please have one of the men see the horse returned to Glengarry at once.”

“Donna worry about that now.”

Her father approached her. “My dearest daughter, we didnae expect ye. What are ye doing here?”

She glanced to the end of the table to see that Mary’s expression was one of concern. Sybella lowered her gaze and looked back at her father. “I have come home.” Knowing her anguish peaked to shatter the last shreds of her control, no other words came to mind.

Mary rose and hugged Sybella. “I have missed ye. Why donna I have a bath drawn for ye, and we will get ye something to eat and drink.” Mary rubbed her hand gently up and down Sybella’s back.

“Where is the MacDonell? Surely ye didnae come alone. I have arranged for his passage to Lewis,” said her father.

All Sybella could do was give her sire a blank stare. This was entirely his fault. Because of his machinations, she lost the love of her life. And she found the only place she was welcomed was in her own personal hell, and of course under her father’s roof, which was basically one and the same.

Colin shook his head. “Nae now, Father. We must take care of Ella.”

Mary guided Sybella to her chamber and neither one of them spoke. Mary opened the door and Sybella sat down in a trancelike state on her old bed. The men carried in the tub and the steaming buckets of water, and Sybella didn’t even notice they had departed until Mary helped her undress.

Sybella’s mind was numb as she lowered herself into the tub. Even the warm water didn’t help to soothe her nerves. For once, Mary must have sensed Sybella’s unease because she left her to her own devices—although, the woman showed her concern and returned with a nightrail and a tray of food.

Mary sat down on the bed and smiled with compassion. “What has happened, Sybella?”

Her voice broke miserably. “I betrayed my husband.”

Instead of chastising Sybella like Mary always did, Sybella’s cousin-by-marriage merely sat and listened. In truth, Sybella needed a friend, or at least one person who did not judge her. She’d forgotten what that felt like.

“Do ye know our clan has a seer?” asked Sybella, her voice sounding distant.

Mary’s mouth dropped open. “A seer? Nay. Who?”

Sybella shrugged. “I donna know.”

“What does this have to do…How did ye betray the MacDonell?”

Sybella rubbed her hands over her face. “Several years ago when Alexander’s father burnt our church, he stole our seer’s sacred stone. This seer apparently could foretell the future with this stone, and the last he foretold was Father’s success on Lewis.”

Mary stared wordlessly.

“Father and Colin knew Alexander’s father held the stone, and when the MacDonell died, Father arranged for me to wed Alexander. But what Alexander thought to be an alliance formed between MacKenzies and MacDonells was naught more than another MacKenzie scheme to steal back the stone.”

Sybella rubbed the wet cloth up and down her arm.

“Father’s man shot an arrow aimed for my head so that Alexander would keep me within the walls of Glengarry to search for the stone. When I took too long to find it, Father’s man tried to kill my husband. The man was captured and wore the MacLeod tartan to make it look like the MacLeod was responsible. At any rate, Alexander was to travel to Lewis to kill the MacLeod because of Father. Now my husband knows all and I betrayed him.”

“Sybella, I cannae believe what ye speak is true. How could your father do this? How could your father expect ye to do this? The MacDonell is your husband.”

“Alexander nay longer cares what becomes of me. I am only another deceitful MacKenzie in his eyes.”

Mary knelt beside the tub and touched Sybella’s shoulder. “I donna know what to say.”

“There is naught left to say. I am home where I belong. I deserve my fate.” Sybella rose from the tub and grabbed the drying cloth. She donned her nightrail and took a sip of mulled wine from the tray that Mary had brought.

Sybella raised her eyes to find Mary watching her.

“Praise the saints. Ye love him.”

“It doesnae matter. I mean naught to him.”

Mary wrapped her arms around Sybella. “All this time and ye finally found love. Tha mi duilich.”I am sorry.

Sybella’s head was bowed into Mary’s shoulder, her body bent over in despair. Again, she was assaulted by her sick yearning for the husband who no longer wanted her and who could never love her.

She was nothing.

Nothing but a MacKenzie.

* * *

“If what ye say is true, why wouldn’t she tell me?” Alex continued to pace in his study.

John smirked. “Hell, did ye even give the lass a chance? Ye barely let her speak and were verra quick to judge.”

“I need to go after her.”

“I sent one of my men and he should be back by now. Let’s go to the bailey and see if he returned with your wife.”

Alex and John were walking out into the bailey as the rider dismounted from his horse. The rest of Alex’s men stood around, preparing to travel to Lewis.

The guard approached them, shaking his head. “Lady MacDonell had too much of a start. Her horse was too fast. I lost her.”

“Damn. Which direction was she headed?” asked Alex with concern.

“Toward Kintail.”

Alex ran his hand through his hair. “God’s teeth. This is naught short of a disaster. Mount up. We ride to Kintail.”

“I shall be here when ye return. Donna worry about Sybella.”

Alex turned around to see MacGregor standing with Rosalia. “I donna have time to explain, but I donna travel to Lewis. We take our leave to Kintail to bring back my wife.”

Rosalia’s eyes widened. “Kintail? When did Sybella leave for Kintail?”

Alex felt guilty enough. He didn’t need his cousin placing a dagger through his cold heart.

“Do ye want me to come with ye?” asked MacGregor.

“Nay, if ye could stay here and keep an eye on Aunt—”

“Nay worries.” MacGregor slapped him on the shoulder. “Bring back the stone in one piece.”

“I could care less about the stone. I will bring back my wife.”

MacGregor’s only response was an approving smile. “I told ye she loved ye.”

“What are ye two talking about?” asked Rosalia.

MacGregor draped his arm across his wife’s shoulders and led her away.

Since the men were already prepared to travel to Lewis, they didn’t need long to be ready to ride. Alex probably didn’t need to take as many men as he was, but he would rather have too many by his side than not enough, especially because he didn’t know what he would face when he met up with the MacKenzie.

The bastard was ruthless, using Sybella to do his bidding. Not only did the man have someone try to kill Alex, but the fool had someone take a shot at Sybella—his own daughter. What if the archer would’ve hit her?

The men mounted up and thundered out the gate. With a score of his best men, Alex pushed his mount faster. Fire fueled his veins and his eyes were dark, dazzling with fury. And to think he was supposed to travel to Lewis to take the MacLeod’s head. He only knew one thing for certain.

He would come back to Glengarry with his wife by his side and return with a head that was not the MacLeod.

* * *

Sybella’s bedchamber door opened and she sighed. “Mary, I donna really want to talk to ye right now.”

“Well then, mayhap ye will speak with me.”

She jolted upright. “Father.” He closed the door and Sybella rose from the bed, wrapping a blanket around her.

He walked over to the sitting area and sat down in a chair. “Please, join me.”

Sybella reluctantly sat down and faced her father, his arm resting casually on the table.

“Where is my stone, Daughter?” A sudden chill hung on the edge of his words.

She shot him a cold look. “Where is your bloody stone? Ye donna ask if I’m all right. Your archer took aim at me in the forest, and then your man tried to kill my husband. Ye blame the attempt on the MacLeod and then try to have my husband do your bidding. ‘I need ye to gain your husband’s trust and be a dutiful wife. That is all I ask of ye.’ How dare ye! Ye used me to get your precious stone and still planned on harming Alexander. I am your only daughter. Why, Father? I demand to know why.”

Her sire had the nerve to chuckle in response. “Ye know naught of politics, Daughter. The MacDonell was naught but a thorn in my arse for years. If ye want the truth, I’ll give it to ye. The truth is that I was going to marry ye off to the MacLeod in order to stay in His Majesty’s favor. The truth is that Colin had a better idea to wed ye to the MacDonell so that ye could bring back our stone. The truth is that ye are merely a woman and what ye think doesnae matter in the ways of politics. Now I ask ye again, Sybella. Where is my stone?”

Her voice was cold and lashing, and she mocked his tone. “The truth is, Father, that your precious stone is gone—forever out of your grasp.”

“I donna have time for your foolish behavior. Ye were always a willful child. Howbeit ye are a clever MacKenzie. Even if the MacDonell discovered what ye were about, ye would’ve still taken the stone and preserved what is ours. Now where is it?”

“I donna have it.”

He grabbed her forcefully by the arms. “The last Ennis predicted was Lewis. I need to give him that stone, Sybella.”

“Ennis? Anabel’s father is your seer?”