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on him, gave him what he asked.
    “Robert MacGregor, if I die today you must save the Lady Montgomery.” Before Rob could consent or decline, the captain rushed
     on. “Please, I beg of you, save her. She still lives, I know it.” His eyes dipped to the broken arrow in Rob’s hand.
    Following his gaze, Rob suspected who shot him. His jaw clenched, as did his fingers. “You live. You save her.”
    “MacGregor!” Captain Asher shouted as Rob rode away. “They burned the chapel. All the sisters—dead. They were all she had.
     She only did what you or I would have done. Save her before the flames claim her. It is what they want.”
    Rob set his gaze toward the burning Abbey. Hell. He should find Will and toss him into the flames to find the lady since ’twas
     his idea to come here. A lady. Bloody hell, he couldn’t leave a lass to the flames, even if she’d tried to kill him. With
     his sword held high, he cut down another rider coming at him and did not look back to see what had become of Asher. He scanned
     the smoky courtyard for any sign of a female then muttered a string of oaths when he didn’t find her. With a look of such
     dark resentment and determination on his face he frightened two more soldiers out of his path, he rode his snorting beast
     straight to the fiery entrance. There was only one way to get inside and no time to hesitate. Yanking hard on his reins, he
     dug his heels into his horse’s flanks and heaved the stallion upward onto its hind legs. The charred doors splintered and
     cracked beneath the weight of his mount’s front hooves. Thick smoke stung his lungs and made it almost impossible to see.
     He called out, “Lady!” His stallion neighed and bucked at the roaring flames all around them, but Rob’s hand was strong and
     the beast was forced to continue. He called out again, and was about to give up and count her among the dead when he saw her.
     To his astonishment, the lass was trying desperately to put out the flames with a meager blanket.
    “’Tis too late, lass. Give me yer hand!”
    At the sound of his voice, she whirled around, bringing the blanket to her face to keep the smoke from choking her. “Edward?”
     She coughed, trying to see through the suffocating haze. “Edward, I—” The blanket slipped from her fingers and her legs gave
     out beneath her.
    Rob charged forward, leaning down in his saddle. Before her body hit the ground, he plucked her from the ashes.
    I’m dying. Thank You, Father.
Davina had hoped it would be less painful than this. It wasn’t the smoke that scorched her lungs, or the pounding of her
     head, but the memory of the sisters’ screams as they burned in the chapel that made her long for Heaven.
    “Breathe now, lass.” A man’s voice, commanding enough to be Edward’s, but infinitely deeper, pulled her back.
    She coughed, dragging only slightly fresher air into her lungs. Fire lanced through her chest. Fire. She wasn’t dying. She
     opened her eyes to the blur of blackened grass and thick hooves tearing up the earth beneath her. She coughed again and a
     hand, large enough to span the back of her head, smoothed her hair away from her cheek. She was on a horse—and a man, flung
     across his lap to be exact. They had come for her just as Edward had feared they would, and now they had her. She wanted to
     scream, but her throat was raw. She would have leaped from both beasts, but the arm that held her dangling over the horse’s
     flanks was hard as granite. A body passed her vision on the ground, bringing the full horror of what took place this day back
     to her.
    They were dead.
    No. “No!” Terror and fury gripped her and she pushed herself up off her captor’s thighs. The sight over and beyond his bloodied
     shoulder stilled her an instant later. St. Christopher’s Abbey… her home, was burning to the ground. Everyone. Gone. “No,
     God, please… not my family,” she whimpered. Tears spilled down her face and she feared they