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shifted uncomfortably beside her.
“She is naught but Ian’s whore,” the man muttered.
Bowen exchanged glances with Teague, Brodie, and Aiden. Then his gaze settled on Taliesan. It was obvious he would find no answers here. None that would satisfy him at any rate.
“Where would Genevieve have gone?” Bowen asked.
His brother looked surprised. Brodie looked puzzled by Bowen’s question, and Bowen supposed he could understand their confusion. He had very abruptly turned the topic of conversation. But the truth was, he couldn’t stomach standing in front of Genevieve’s tormentors. What measure of person would seek to humiliate another in such a fashion?
They had the matter of the McHugh holding to determine, as well as the fate of the clansmen, and yet he was inquiring as to the lass’s whereabouts. He wasn’t even sure himself why he’d asked, but the look in her eyes, the absolute desolation that had washed the color right out of her face, still haunted him.
“She oft spends her time alone,” Taliesan whispered. “Usually in her chamber.”
“And where is her chamber?” Bowen asked patiently.
“ ’Tis up the stairs,” Taliesan stammered. “All the way to the end of the hall. In the tower. Next to Ian’s chamber.”
Bowen noted the hesitation in her voice, saw the way her gaze skittered sideways when she mentioned the proximity to Ian’s chamber.
He wondered how much truth there was in the taunts of the others. The idea that this woman had been Ian’s mistress turned his stomach. How could she give herself willingly to an abuser of women? She well knew what had happened to Eveline. She’d been the one to point Graeme to the dungeon. And yet she’d willingly give her body to such a monster?
His disgust nearly choked him.
He glanced at Teague. “Have Taliesan give you a tour of the holding. Ensure that she suffers no pain or injury.”
Taliesan flushed, her eyes cloudy with embarrassment over Bowen’s matter-of-fact reference to her damaged leg.
To Bowen and Aiden he said, “ ’Tis a good idea for you to accompany Teague. We will meet in the courtyard after you’ve viewed all there is to see. Call the clansmen together so that we may address everyone in residence.”
“And where are you going?” Teague asked, his brows drawn together as he stared at his older brother.
“I have matters to discuss with Genevieve,” Bowen said.
Genevieve sat rigidly on the small mat that served as her bed. She hadn’t bothered lighting a candle or pulling the furs far enough from the window to fully bathe the room in light.
She was finally breaking, and she marveled that it hadn’t happened before. The horror of last year would have broken even the strongest person, and yet she’d been determined that she would never crack in front of Ian.
It had infuriated him. He wanted to break her, had become obsessed with coming up with more ways to humiliate her, to hurt her, to demean and debase her.
She’d become immune to the remarks of others, and Ian had allowed them to speak to her and of her as they liked. They could look, but not touch. They could torment her, but she was Ian’s possession—obsessively coveted to the point of madness.
She existed in a world that had become her public and private hell. In the first months, she’d spent an inordinate amount of time questioning. Why? Why was this being done to her? She was obsessed with knowing what sin she’d committed to merit such treatment. Animals were treated with better regard than she.
Every word, every comment, every dig, she’d taken to heart. Until the day she’d become numb to it all. It worried her on a distant level that she’d become so … inhuman. Like a thing. A ghost with no feelings, no emotions. Her body remained, but her spirit had long since departed.
But how else was she to survive? Moreover, why was she so determined to survive? It seemed so silly that her pride wouldn’t allow Ian to fully break her. She wouldn’t give him or his clan the satisfaction of knowing they’d completely destroyed her. Nay, she’d survive this, and after she left this place? Then she could die or not die. Survive or not survive. It mattered not, because no one would know.
She sucked in several breaths as they jerkily left her body in ragged spurts. She’d very nearly lost control of her emotions there in the hall, in front of everyone.
Her humiliation had been so great that she’d been tempted to tears. To let it all unravel there and