My Brave Highlander(92)

"I know why," Maighread continued in her self-righteous tone, pointing her finger at his chest. "Because he would've seen through your lies. He would've known you are not his son."

She was full of horse dung.

"The clan kens who I am," Dirk said. "And Aiden kens who I am. That's all that matters now. Your opinion means naught. I'm no longer a wee lad that you can slap to the ground as you did in the past."

Isobel gasped. Standing to the side, she studied Maighread with a critical eye.

"Don't believe his lies," his stepmother said, never taking her hate-filled green gaze off him. Her mouth wiggled as if she were holding back another smirk. "I've never slapped a child."

Dirk snorted. "We both ken that is a lie." He remembered the first time she'd struck him. Not long after Aiden was born, Dirk, no more than six summers, had been standing over the cradle, the wee Aiden grasping his finger. He had been amazed at the strength in the babe's tiny hand. Maighread entered the room yelling, ordering him to get away from her babe. Icy fear rushing through him, he'd stepped back but it had been too late. Maighread's hand had smashed into the side of his head and he'd gone tumbling into the corner. He'd narrowly missed whacking his head against the stone wall. His ear had rung for the rest of the day.

She'd struck him at least a dozen times, maybe more. He'd lost count. Her abuse always came when he had the misfortune of finding himself alone with her. He'd stuck as close to his father or his uncle as he could. She'd always acted like a saint in their presence.

Once he'd grown taller and started training with a sword, the physical abuse had stopped. He noticed, by the wary look in her eye, that she feared him a little. But that was when she'd shoved him down the stairs. She was done torturing him; she simply wanted him dead.

As she stood before him now, he smirked and lifted a brow, returning her favorite spiteful but confident expression. Oh, he knew she could hire someone to do a lot of damage, but he didn't fear her.

He had two trustworthy guards. He would also choose two guards for Isobel while she remained here. He didn't think Maighread would try to harm her, but if she discovered Dirk liked Isobel more than he should, she might seek revenge another way. He wouldn't underestimate her again.

"You can return to Tongue anytime you wish," Dirk said.

"You can't throw me out of my own home."

"This isn't your home. 'Tis mine. Everyone kens you prefer the new manor house at Tongue over this drafty old castle. Although the house is on my lands, I will allow you to live there."

"Hmph. That house and the lands around it were a gift to me from Laird Griff. You don't own the land or the house."

"We'll see." He shrugged, knowing she was wrong. "If you stay at Tongue, we'll get along fine." He was being more then generous, for his father's and Aiden's sakes. If not for them, he'd escort her to the dungeons. If only he had solid proof or a witness that she'd murdered his cousin, Will, and tried to kill Dirk. If McMurdo would confess… but without proof, if he imprisoned her, he risked the wrath of the powerful Gordon clan. Once she attempted to murder him again, though, he'd catch whoever she hired and get the truth out of him.

"You'll not be telling me what to do. I'll stay here as long as I wish," Maighread said.

"Is that what you think?"

"Indeed."

Dirk sent her a forbidding grin. How he would enjoy tossing his stepmother out on her arse.

"Laird MacKay would roll in his grave if he knew an imposter was treating me this way."

"You had sacks of wool pulled over Da's eyes. He thought you were a bonny angel, and he could see naught past that. He was blind to the truth about you and your conniving ways."

"An imposter lecturing me about truth?" She turned on her heel, moved to the chief's bedchamber door and stepped inside. "I want to have a word with you two," she said to her sons.

Dirk hoped Aiden would stay at Dunnakeil, but he couldn't wait for Maighread and Haldane to vacate the premises.

"What are you doing spending so much time with her?" he asked low, for Isobel's ears only.

Frowning, she pursed her lips into a silent shh.

"If she and Haldane don't leave in the morn of their own free will, I'll have them forcefully removed," he said.

Isobel gave a quick nod, but looked uncertain of his decision. "Might it not be better to keep them close at hand so you can see what they're up to?" she whispered. "The devil you know… and all that?"

"I don't trust her anywhere near me… or you. I wish you wouldn't spend so much time with her."

Isobel shrugged, glanced back at the door, then faced him again. "I must congratulate you on becoming chief," she whispered, a triumphant look in her eye.