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they struggled, he roared his complaint to Angus.
    â€œYe want me to keep this demon from leavin’, ye best help me. Or there will be a lot more damage to the body ye be lustin’ after! “
    Angus recovered enough to help Graham tie the girl, using leather strips to bind her wrists behind her back. Angus grabbed a handful of the auburn hair and pressed his knee into the small of her back. He pulled her head back until she winced.
    â€œYe fight me any more, lass, and I’ll beat ye black myself. Ye be a scrapper, I’ll say that.”
    She was having a hard time breathing as he pushed his weight down on her back.
    â€œGive her another lick or two, Angus. She has earned it. She come near to puttin’ an end to your wenching for all time.” Graham let out a lusty laugh.
    â€œCease your jesting, old goat! I have a plan. If it’s to be, she’s not to be beaten! We must not mark her if she is to be given to the Englishmon as a wife. She can be Brianna!”
    Graham narrowed his eyes. He glanced down at the lass, now still and subdued as Angus sat astride her. He looked back at Angus and shook his head in disbelief.
    â€œNay … ’Tis foolish. It willnae do.”
    â€œYou think naught? She be as redheaded as Brianna. She’s close to the same size. If we be crafty enough Montwain will never know she is not Brianna until they be wed, and we be gone! Even the King hasnae seen Brianna since she was a wee lass.”
    â€œAnd if the lass screams her plight to Montwain?”
    â€œWe don’t give her the chance! She willnae be alone with him until they be wed!”
    Angus stood up in a fluid motion and pulled Cat’s hair, wrapping it around his meaty wrist. She cried out when she looked at him, wincing in pain when he forced her to stand. He tugged her hair to yank her to him, and placed his lips a hair’s breadth from her ear.
    â€œYou willnae say a word to Montwain, lass,” he warned. “If I say ye be Princess Joan, sister of King Henry of England, ye be it! Or I’ll slit your throat here and now. Do ye ken?”
    Angus could see he frightened her. It was his intention. She did not answer. Her eyes narrowed in anger, but she looked away from him and nodded.
    Angus enjoyed the scent and the softness of the lass, and kept her before him on his mount during the ride back to the castle. She was weak and confused, did not speak, but he didn’t miss senseless chatter from a wench who could be mad. He wanted her, but he fought down the desire. She was his captive, and she would marry Montwain.

    Cat caught sight of the first clump of trees that looked familiar, and her heart pounded with excitement. The landscape was the same as she remembered around the castle used by Carter’s crew.
    â€œMerlin did it!” she whispered in awe.
    She glanced around and twisted in the saddle, trying desperately to make sense of it.
    â€œKeep still,” Angus said. He tightened his hold around her waist.
    Cat held back her anger. There were a number of things she could do to defend herself, but not while they were on a horse. Reluctantly, she held her tongue. Although it was not in Cat’s nature to bide her time and wait, it wasn’t long until they reached their destination.
    Cat stared at the castle and felt a profound sense of relief. It was the same stone fortress, but none of the beauty that had been restored in her time was evident. They dismounted swiftly, and Angus took her arm somewhat roughly. She was dragged to a passageway that led to the great hall.
    There were none of the rich paintings and tapestries that had hung on the sloping walls of the castle the film crew used. Cat felt a thrill of excitement. What would it be like to live in another time? Would she be able to return to her own time? She remembered only the cold vortex of air before she fell into the water. If it were still a portal of time travel, how would she find it