Page 82 of Highland Queen

“I insist. Though I have to say, even I missed that move with the dagger. Who taught you that?”

“Uald.”

“Uald? That lady?”

I laughed. “Yes, that lady.”

“Secrets again?”

I nodded.

“Your secrets are safe with me, my lady.”

“And for that, I am grateful,” I said then cast a glance back at the conference room door. My heart was beating hard in my chest. I knew Macbeth. His ravings often amounted to nothing. But he was also a dangerous man. It had never occurred to me that he might actually kill me. Was it possible?

No. Not if Scáthach had anything to say about it.