Kidnapped in Dunvegan

9

"You're a sour old woman," ranted Molly as I entered the kitchen to get my very hot cup of coffee. After that argument, I need something that would strengthen my nerves. I felt increasingly confused. There was the way which he treated me and kept me at a distance and then this attraction that I felt when I just thought of him. I cursed myself because I knew where it would lead. Attraction had led me into Aidan's arms.

Adam sat at the kitchen table and wrinkled his forehead in annoyance. "Stop grumbling, Molly," he replied.

"No, I will not. Why don't you finally just wake up." She looked at me, then at Adam and smiled. "Take the girl to the harbor festival tonight. She has been sat at home for days. You should both get out the house. A little change of scenery would do you both good. For God's sake, don't let the murders get you down like this. It'll also look even more suspicious if you suddenly change the way you live."

Adam looked up and glanced over at me unmoved. "Do you fancy going out?"

I tilted my head. "Is that a date?", I asked snapping.

"No, just therapy as ordered by Molly and you said that I needed therapy."

"Well, if I can help you with that, then I'll be happy to go to the harbor festival with you," I said dryly and was happy that I would see something else besides the MacLeod's estate.

At half past eight in the evening, Adam knocked at my bedroom door. I opened it in a white blouse and a dark blue, tight-fitting skirt, which was six inches above my knee. I opted to have my hair loose which is why my bright red mane dropped down over my shoulders in long waves.

Adam raised his eyebrows and looked at me intently. His eyes went from my face, to my torso and right down to my legs and then back up again where they lingered on my hair. It felt as if his gaze was like a laser moving over my body and igniting every centimeter of my skin. My pulse started to accelerate and my breasts were heavy and hot. He moved one of his hands towards my locks and pulled a strand of my hair.

"Soft and sexy." He let my hair fall again and moved away from the door so that I could step out. Adam was wearing his kilt again today. He had a sporran, a small bag which the Scot used to store bits and pieces like tobacco or money, tied around his hips. His dark hair was combed behind his ears. I also wanted to grab hold of his wonderful locks which stretched down to his shoulders, but I just didn't dare to touch him.

"We'll go through the basement. I have to pick something up that I promised to somebody."

I nodded, but I actually didn't need to do that as Adam was in front of me and wasn't able to see what I was doing behind him anyway, so I stuck my tongue out at him because his mood still didn't appear to have improved.

I was amazed at how the basement looked. It seemed to be from a different age. It was dark and smelt musty like any other basement, but it looked exactly like the dungeons in films that featured the middle ages. There was a long corridor with an arched ceiling. There were heavy wooden doors acting as exits off to the right and left. There were also a few gates like in prison.

"What kind of a basement is this?", I asked in amazement and looked at everything in great detail.

"It used to be a dungeon. The house was built in 1642. It belonged to the chieftain of the MacLeods at the time. Sometimes it was necessary to bring prisoners down here. They used to be wild times in the Highlands," said Adam and looked at me with a grin on his face. He pointed to a wall in one of the cells on which thick chains that were getting rustier and rustier were still attached. "You can now use these chains for much nicer things."