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them smile again. When they received the missive stating you were alive, it was as if they were given new life. They were so afraid that it was false news and someone was playing a cruel jest. Your father packed up and they left in the dead of night to make haste to fetch you.”

“I grieved for them too,” Genevieve murmured. “I thought never to see them again.”

Sybil patted Genevieve on the cheek. “You are their only child, beloved beyond measure. The entire clan rejoiced when they heard the news, for it was painful for all to see how broken they were over your disappearance.”

Genevieve swung her legs over the side of the bed and went to her wardrobe to fetch the leggings and tunic her father had given her for their hunting excursions. No lass could properly hunt in a dress, according to him, so he’d outfitted her in men’s garb.

She ran her hands lovingly over the worn clothing. Not a single thing had been changed in her chamber the entire time she’d been gone. Everything was as it had been when she’d left. Though she’d taken most of her clothing with her, she’d left the hunting apparel, since she couldn’t be sure that her new husband would approve.

In the time since her return, her mother had worked feverishly to replenish Genevieve’s wardrobe. She had a contingent of women working around the clock, sewing new dresses and undergarments.

Genevieve slipped out of her dress and pulled on the leggings and tunic, noting that they were larger on her than they had been before. She was thinner and didn’t have as much flesh on her bones as she had a year ago.

It wasn’t a surprise. She’d been treated little better than a dog, tossed a few scraps and the occasional meal during her imprisonment. But somehow seeing the clothing on her now brought home the realization of just how much she’d changed.

Her hand went to her face, and her fingers slid down the puckered flesh that marked the vivid scar. Her mother had been horrified and tearful when she learned how and why Genevieve had been disfigured so. Though Bowen had told her father of the event, his face had purpled with rage in the retelling of the story.

It was then that Genevieve had decided not to impart any further details of her captivity. She hated to see them so aggrieved.

She retrieved her bow and quiver of arrows and then motioned for Sybil to accompany her down the stairs. She met her father in the courtyard, where he stood beside two horses, holding their reins.

He smiled when he saw her, and then assisted her into the saddle. After mounting his horse, he took out in the direction of a section of dense forest on their lands.

Genevieve breathed deeply of the air, soaking in the feeling of home. She’d spent her entire childhood running wild over these hills. From a very early age, she’d tagged along on her father’s hunts. He’d taught her skill with a bow and arrow, and she was adept with a knife as well.

They traveled a path well trod, a familiar trail into the wooded area where they’d hunted for years.

The first rabbit took her unaware and skittered across her path before she could react and draw her bow. Shaking off her sluggishness, she drew her bow and nocked an arrow. Her sharp gaze studied the bush for movement.

A moment later, one of the horses spooked a rabbit and it ran down the path. Genevieve took aim and pierced the rabbit with an arrow, pinning it to the ground.

Her father jumped down from his horse to retrieve the animal, grinning at her.

“Well done, lass. I see you’ve not lost your skill at all.”

She smiled back, and then nocked another arrow.

By the time the sun began to sink in the sky, they had a dozen rabbits tied to her father’s saddle and he turned them back toward the keep.

They rode into the courtyard, where their horses were taken by one of the McInnis men, and she followed her father around to where they skinned their bounty from hunts.

It wasn’t an unusual thing for Genevieve to take part in the cleaning and preparation of the animals, but at the very first cut into the hide her stomach revolted and sweat broke out on her forehead.

Nausea coiled in her belly and she swallowed, desperately trying to control her reaction.

When her father peeled back the skin of a rabbit, Genevieve lost the

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