passed his shoulders. However, it was his face that made her breath catch. Never had she seen a man with such stunning features. Even the scowl he wore could not diminish his exceptional good looks. The young handsome lad she had once seen had grown into an even more handsome man.
“Answer me, lass.”
He did not shout like his father had, but there was a command to his tone that she imagined all obeyed without questions... as did she.
“Heather was taken by a band of rebels.”
His hand shot out and grabbed her arm so tight that it squeezed the rain water from her sleeve. “Where? When?”
“About four hours ago we were about to stop at a small clearing along the road when we were attacked. My sister Patience went after her with those of our warriors who were able. Those who suffered injuries wait for my return. You must get your warriors together and go with me now.”
His dark eyes remained fixed on her, and she could see that he was giving thought to her words. Her heartbeat quickened, upset that she had gotten no immediate reaction from him. When he did speak, she grew angry.
“You will tell me everything about the attack while you dry by the fire and eat. Night falls within the hour and the rain already hampers our vision. My warriors and I will leave at first light.”
Emma tried to free her arm, but she could not budge it. His grip was much too strong. “That is too late. We must leave now.”
He released her arm, though remained beside her. “That would be foolish for us to do. You will do as I say and stay here while I go and go and bring your sister home.”
She was more shocked than angry that he was not running from the keep ready to rescue Heather. She could not hold her tongue. “Since you are a coward, I will go find my sister myself.”
Gasps echoed throughout the hall, but Emma ignored them and turned to leave. Before she could take one step, a strong arm locked around her waist and she was swung around and slammed against Rogan’s steel-hard chest.
“No one accuses me of being a coward and lives,” Rogan said his nose pressed against hers.
Fear rushed through her, turning her stomach and shivering her flesh, but she refused to pay heed to it. It did not matter that this powerful warrior threatened her. It only mattered that her sister was rescued and returned home. “Then kill me and be done with it or let me go so that I can do what you will not.”
He let out a roar that Emma swore shook the rafters, then he grabbed her, tossed her over his shoulder, and headed out of the room.
Chapter Two
Rogan dropped Emma to her feet once in a small bedchamber and slammed the door, then turned on her. “You will watch your foolish tongue or suffer for it the next time. I understand you are upset and that you have ridden hard to get here and get help for your sister, but you are here and you now have the help you need. There is no more you can do. I will see to this from here on.”
“No!” Emma shouted, stepping away from him, the width and breadth of him much too intimidating. “Heather is my sister, and I will not abandon her. I go with you or I go on my own.”
“It is good I chose Heather over you for a wife, for you are a willful lass.”
Emma’s chin shot up defiantly, though his thoughtless remark stabbed at her heart. It was one thing to assume that a man did not want her, but another thing to hear it from him. “I do not care what you think of me, and I am blessed that you will not be my husband. And since you will not be my husband, you have no say over me. I will not let you stop me from seeing my sister safe.”
“You think I cannot stop you?” he asked incredulously.
“I am not blind,” she said, recalling the ease in which he had hefted her over his shoulder and the strength of his muscled arms that had held her firm. “You are a mighty warrior, but I am a determined sister. I will not be left behind.”
Rogan itched to reach out and grab her and—throttle