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Chapter 35

After berating Emmett, Edward led Isabella to their chambers, insisting it was time for her to go to sleep. She looked a mess. Her eyes were red and swollen and her face was pale. He had intended for her to rest while he was gone, he should have known better. The only way his wife was ever going to get a proper rest was under his supervision.

"Are you angry with me?" Isabella asked, concerned.

"Naw," Edward replied, motioning for her to turn around so he could untie her dress.

"Then why do you look so displeased with me?" Isabella asked, looking over her shoulder.

Edward sighed, losing the laces on her dress before turning her around to face him. "I'm not displeased with ye, wife," he said, tilting her chin. "I am angry at myself and Emmett, fur failing to protect ye."

Isabella shook her head. "Emmett isn't to blame," she replied, as Edward pushed the dress off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor.

Edward put his finger to her lips. He wouldn't have her defending Emmett any longer. She was new to this way of life, and naive to the dangers it brought. Emmett had been charged with keeping her safe. He was the only one to blame. "Hush wife, I will nae stand to listen tae ye defend him any longer."

Isabella merely nodded her head. She didn't wish to prick her husband's temper. "Will you lie with me until I fall asleep?" she asked, worried that he would say no. She was still far too scared to sleep, though she felt better knowing that her husband was in the castle now and safe.

"Aye," Edward replied, grabbing hold of her chemise and lifting it over her head, leaving her standing there naked.

Isabella began to cover herself, which earned a frown from Edward. She didn't understand why he liked to look at her, but she liked to look at him too, didn't she? She turned and stepped into bed, pulling the covers around her, as her husband undressed.

"Did you find the English soldiers?" she asked wearily.

"Aye," Edward sighed.

Isabella had been hoping for more than a one-word answer. She should have known better. "Did everything go as planned?"

"Naw," Edward sighed, sitting down on the bed and pulling the covers back.

"Oh, what happened?"

Edward wasn't used to discussing his business with anyone other than his captains, but the conversation seemed to be distracting her from her fear. She no longer looked ridged, so he decided to indulge her, but only this once. "The English hae someone here helping them," he said as he lay down beside her, pulling her close to him. "When I told the Baron ma name, he knew it. It shud hae been nothing more than a name tae him, but it wasn't."

"Oh, do you know who's helping him?" Isabella asked concerned.

"Naw, but I'll bet the person who attacked ye does."

The thought horrified Isabella.

"Close yer eyes wife, and go to sleep."

Isabella wasn't sure how she was supposed to go to sleep after such a frightful conversation, but she closed her eyes anyway, enjoying the warmth and safety of her husband. She soon felt herself slowly drift off to sleep.