CHAPTER 82
It was very late in the afternoon when Methos, Duncan and Richie, along with a group of young
men who were friends of Rosa's, started what looked like a sight seeing trip up the road toward
the villa. The plan was for the 3 of them to blend into the group, but hide their cycles in the
foliage near the villa when the others started down.
All three were armed with not only their swords, but carried a gun and mini flash light. To save
time, they strapped the carriers onto their bodies, concealing them beneath their coats. The
carriers were nothing more than canvas pouches with straps, so they weren't confining or in their
way.
"The first objective is to get the baby out of there." Methos told them. "If either of you gets your
hands on her you take her to Rosa's and don't stop until you get there. Don't worry about
anything else."
Richie and Duncan both understood and agreed.
The rest of the group continued on up the road, the noise from their bikes hiding the sound of the
other 3 approaching the villa driveway. When the bikes were concealed, the three of them moved
silently through the foliage, being careful not to get too close to the rocky edge. They could see 3
guards moving around the perimeter, and one more that appeared to be coordinating the others
moving from inside the house and out to speak with each of them periodically.
As soon as it was dark, they would make their move. Each one would take out a different guard
and then find a way into the villa by scaling the walls and climbing onto the balconies. Almost
every room had one, so by choosing an area that was unlit they might be able to gain access
without detection.
It was almost dark when the sound of Garrett's slurred and obviously drunken shouts sounded
through the villa. "Leandra!" he shouted several times.
Methos couldn't wait any longer. Even though they might risk being seen in the twilight, he
couldn't crouch in the bushes while Beth might be in harm's way. Duncan and Richie saw him
begin to take action and moved in kind.
Richie took out the guard who was patrolling the area near the road. Sneaking up behind the
man and covering his mouth, Claudia's sword ripped through the man's body like a hot knife
through butter. Carefully he dragged the man into the bushes and made sure he wouldn't revive
before making his way to the cliff side of the villa.
Mac watched as the second guard seemed to be watching and listening to the sounds coming
from inside. It proved to be just the distraction he needed. Pulling his knife from his belt,
MacLeod reached around the man, grabbing his chin with one hand while he cut his throat with
another.
Methos was in too much of a hurry to get that close to the third guard. His gun with silencer did
the job without anyone hearing or noticing. The man hadn't even hit the ground before Methos
was pulling himself up on the lowest balcony and making his way as close to where he heard the
voices as he could.
Inside, Garrett had awoken in a foul mood. Beth hadn't been in his room, so he had stormed
through the house looking for her. What he didn't know was that she had discovered Cassie's
nose was stuffy and had gone looking for Helen. "Do we have a vaporizer to help relieve her
breathing?"
The woman hadn't been able to answer because her employer bursting into the room and
ordering her to leave. He didn't just want her to leave the room, he wanted her to leave the
house for the night.
Helen didn't waste any time and she didn't look back at Beth when she left the kitchen. Instead
she went upstairs to her room and gathered her purse and a few things. She was just picking the
keys to her car up from the table when a pair of strong hands wrapped around her from behind.
"You've got 2 choices." Methos words sounded against her ear. "You can tell me where my
daughter is, or I can snap your neck like a twig."
One of his hands clasped her throat tightly while the other wrapped around her head.
Instinctively Helen knew that he would do exactly as he had threatened. "Her room is two doors
down … on the left … she's there now." She gasped.
"And Garrett? Where is he? Where is my wife?" Methos continued, his voice menacing.
"Downstairs … in the kitchen. They are both downstairs." She replied without hesitation.
For a brief instance Methos contemplated making good on his threat anyway, but instead he
released her and then hit Helen over the back of the head with the butt of his gun and let her slip
gently to the carpet. He had sensed the presence of another immortal on the balcony outside
and turned to find Richie standing in the doorway.
"Cassie is down the hall. We'll find her and then you've got to get her out of here." He ordered
as the younger immortal followed him into the hallway.
Downstairs they could still hear Garrett's angry voice as he accused Beth of all manner of
deception and betrayal. Methos wanted nothing more than to go down and put an end to all of
this, but he dared not until he knew the baby was safe.
The two entered the nursery and Methos felt his heart skip when he saw the wavy red wisps of
hair on the little cherub. She was sleeping a bit fitfully, but thankfully hadn't awakened. Lifting
her carefully into his arms, he marveled at how much she had grown. For a long moment he
simply stared at the precious child and held her close. And then as if she knew she was safe,
Cassie opened her blue eyes and stared up into his gray ones. Her face contorted a little and he
thought she was going to cry. "Shhhh shhh princess. Daddy is here. It's all right, daddy is here."
The sound of glass breaking against the wall downstairs jarred him back to reality. He turned to
Richie, who had been silently watching the touching reunion from the shadows. "Get her out of
here." Methos told him as they slipped the child inside the carrier and then zipped his jacket up
as far as he could. "Here is her blanket. When you are far enough away and know you weren't
followed, stop and wrap her up tightly in it." Methos unstrapped the carrier he had been wearing
since it was no longer needed.
"I'll take care of her." Richie promised. "You just make sure you get her mother out of here."
The two locked gazes, both understanding how important the next few minutes would be.
MacLeod meanwhile was on a balcony on the other side of the villa, praying that he wasn't so
close that Garrett could detect his presence. He almost had the lock on the door open when he
heard a sound behind him. It was the fourth guard. The man had seen MacLeod and had
slipped out using a window nearby. He stood holding a gun and grinning at the intruder.
"What do we have here?" the man asked in thick German as he moved his finger to cock the
trigger.
Duncan knew he had to move quickly. He threw himself at the man, taking a bullet in the chest
even as his sword ran through the man and twisted to be sure he was dead. The two fell to the
stone floor of the balcony where the life drained from their bodies.
Inside Garrett and Beth both heard the shot. Beth screamed and wanted to run to check on
Cassie, but Garrett grabbed her arm and wrenched it behind her back. He kept her in front of him
as he made his way from the kitchen and into the main room. It was then the presence of
another immortal hit him. It had been impeded some by his drunken state, but now it was
undeniable. Someone was here.
His head shot up to the figure at the top of the stair landing an instant before Beth's followed.
"Adam?" she gasped, afraid for a few seconds that he was only an apparition. "Oh God Adam. I
was so afraid you wouldn't find us."
"I knew it. You bitch. You lying whore." Garrett wrenched her arm so hard that it almost
dislocated her elbow. She screamed out in pain and her knees began to give way, but he
wouldn't let her fall. He needed her as a shield.
Watching the way Beth was being treated cut through Methos like a knife. His eyes locked with
hers briefly before moving to concentrate on the object of his rage. "Let her go." He demanded
as he moved down the stairs and came to stand only a few feet away.
"Like hell." Garrett spat. Even in his drunken state he knew that Beth was the only leverage he
had to get out of this.
Methos pulled his sword out of his coat and held it in one hand and the gun in the other as he
repeated his demand.
It was then that Garrett remembered what he carried in his belt. A flash of steel glinted and in an
instant, the hand that was not holding Beth's behind her back held a knife to her throat.
"Back off!" Garrett ordered as Beth whimpered and tried not to show her panic. She tried to
focus not on the knife, but on the man that she thought she might never see again. Adam was
here. He would find a way to save her, of that she was confident.
Methos knew that Beth could survive many wounds, but he wasn't sure that she could survive
what Garrett was threatening. The legend only said that she would not fall victim to age or
disease and that her body would heal quickly. He could not take the risk.
"Now would be a good time for you to make an entrance, Highlander." He thought to himself as
he laid his sword and the gun down on the table and sofa beside him. He held his arms out from
his body to let Garrett know he wasn't holding anything else as he watched to see if the man
would release Beth.
"No" Beth whispered as she saw him set down his weapons. She was more afraid for him than
for herself, and for good reason. Garrett shoved her down on the ground and threw the knife,
missing his mark but still hitting Methos in the shoulder. The knife embedded itself in the muscle
and cartilage. Methos staggered backward slightly, which gave Garrett the time he needed to
grab the sword that had been set aside and begin waving it in front of him.
"Who's got the advantage now Pierson?" Garrett spat. "You should have finished me while you
had the chance."
"Beth get out of here." Adam ordered as he tried to pull the knife from his body, but the blade
didn't want to come easily. His vision blurred briefly as he tried again.
Beth saw what was happening and rushed to his side, getting between the two of them. As much
as Adam wanted nothing more than to feel her against him, he knew she needed to get out of the
way. "Get out of here now!" he said as he used his uninjured arm to shove her away.
"But Adam …" she started to protest, but then the reality of what was happening hit her full force.
The man she loved was injured, and had only just now been able to pull the blade from his
shoulder, and although Garrett was drunk, he had the only sword in the room.
Turning, Beth rushed up the stairs. Garrett thought she was going to her child, as did Adam, but
that was not her goal. Beth rushed past the nursery and into Garrett's room where she lifted the
lid of the blanket chest and pulled out the sword that lay within. It was Methos' Ivanhoe.
While she was gone, Adam had managed to circle the room, keeping the furniture between he
and Garrett. Slowly the pain was subsiding, but he had no weapon. Looking to his left, he
spotted the fire poker and used that to fend off the first blows.
The two struck at one another, Garrett's blows clumsy from drink and Methos' still a little weak
from the wound that hadn't completely healed in his shoulder. Beth watched in horror from the
landing as the battle unfolded in the room below. She gasped when Garrett's blade came
dangerously close to Methos head, and the brief distraction allowed him to sweep up and knock
the poker away.
Beth knew her outburst had caused something terrible. Without thinking about anything but
Garrett's sword looming high above, poised to strike, she raced down the stairs.
Garrett had his back to her, and before either man even realized what she was doing, Beth
plunged the blade of Methos' sword into his back. Garrett's face registered the shock as he
dropped the sword in his hand and gripped the blade that protruded from out the front of his
chest.
Beth let go of the handle and stepped back, aghast at what she had done. As Garrett hit his
knees, his body no longer blocking her view of Adam, she covered her mouth and began to cry.
Adam waited until his dumb struck opponent fell face first onto the carpet before looking up at
her. When their eyes met, Beth could hold back no longer. With a cry of relief, she threw herself
at him, clinging to him and weeping for joy.
Adam wrapped one arm around her but tried not to be affected by the feel of her and by the scent
of her hair so close to his face. However it was a battle he feared he would lose. He wanted so
much to crush her in his arms and kiss her until neither of them could breath, but he knew he
could not. Sensing another presence, he looked up to see MacLeod coming inside the front door.
"What happened?" Duncan asked, wondering why Garrett still had his head.
Beth realized at that moment that Adam was not returning her embrace with the same
enthusiasm. Reaching up, she captured his face in her hands and forced him to look into her
eyes. "Adam? What's wrong? Why won't you hold me?" she asked.
It took everything within him to steel himself from her soft touch and deep, loving eyes. "You
interfered." He replied flatly as he pushed her away.
His reaction shocked Beth to the core. "What?" she gasped, not believing he actually sounded
angry with her.
"You interfered and now we have to wait." He replied as he walked over to Garrett's body and
pulled his sword from the man's back.
"Wait? Wait for what?" Beth asked.
"Don't do this to her. It's cruel." Duncan told his friend as he moved to put his arm around a very
confused and hurt Beth.
"Don't you interfere." Adam told him. "Get her out of here."
"No!" Beth almost yelled. "I'm not going anywhere. I want to know what's going on."
"What's going on is that you are going to go with MacLeod to Rosa's. Richie has already taken
Cassie there, and she will be frightened until you get there." Adam began. "And I am going to
wait for this piece of trash to revive and then take his head."
"Take it now and then we can both go." Beth argued. "I don't want to be away from you … not
for even a few minutes."
"It doesn't work that way." Adam spat back at her, his heart twisting when he saw the pain on her
face and in her eyes.
Beth choked on her tears and covered her mouth with her hand. "I don't understand." She shook
her head as she watched him. Her body began to shake as watched him. It was like he was a
stranger to her. Unable to comprehend what was happening, Beth allowed Duncan to turn her in
his arms and comfort her as he glared across the room at Adam.
"You are one stubborn son of a bitch, you know that don't you?" Duncan shouted.
"Just get her out of here and make sure she and the baby get home safely." Adam almost
stumbled on the words and had to say them quickly or risk not getting them out at all.
Beth's head shot up and she turned to face him again. "My God! You're not coming with us are
you? Even after you take care of Garrett you aren't coming with us." Her voice was barely more
than a whisper and her face registered the shock.
Adam didn't reply, but his silence spoke volumes.
"Why?" she asked as she pulled away from Duncan. "Don't you love me any more?"
Their conversation was interrupted by Garrett's body jerking into consciousness.
Duncan pulled Beth back out of the way, but ignored Adam's insistence that he take her and
leave. He wasn't going to make this easy for the man. No way. If he was going to do this, then
he would have to look Beth in the face and explain it. MacLeod had no intention of being the one
to tell her why she was being rejected.
It was very late in the afternoon when Methos, Duncan and Richie, along with a group of young
men who were friends of Rosa's, started what looked like a sight seeing trip up the road toward
the villa. The plan was for the 3 of them to blend into the group, but hide their cycles in the
foliage near the villa when the others started down.
All three were armed with not only their swords, but carried a gun and mini flash light. To save
time, they strapped the carriers onto their bodies, concealing them beneath their coats. The
carriers were nothing more than canvas pouches with straps, so they weren't confining or in their
way.
"The first objective is to get the baby out of there." Methos told them. "If either of you gets your
hands on her you take her to Rosa's and don't stop until you get there. Don't worry about
anything else."
Richie and Duncan both understood and agreed.
The rest of the group continued on up the road, the noise from their bikes hiding the sound of the
other 3 approaching the villa driveway. When the bikes were concealed, the three of them moved
silently through the foliage, being careful not to get too close to the rocky edge. They could see 3
guards moving around the perimeter, and one more that appeared to be coordinating the others
moving from inside the house and out to speak with each of them periodically.
As soon as it was dark, they would make their move. Each one would take out a different guard
and then find a way into the villa by scaling the walls and climbing onto the balconies. Almost
every room had one, so by choosing an area that was unlit they might be able to gain access
without detection.
It was almost dark when the sound of Garrett's slurred and obviously drunken shouts sounded
through the villa. "Leandra!" he shouted several times.
Methos couldn't wait any longer. Even though they might risk being seen in the twilight, he
couldn't crouch in the bushes while Beth might be in harm's way. Duncan and Richie saw him
begin to take action and moved in kind.
Richie took out the guard who was patrolling the area near the road. Sneaking up behind the
man and covering his mouth, Claudia's sword ripped through the man's body like a hot knife
through butter. Carefully he dragged the man into the bushes and made sure he wouldn't revive
before making his way to the cliff side of the villa.
Mac watched as the second guard seemed to be watching and listening to the sounds coming
from inside. It proved to be just the distraction he needed. Pulling his knife from his belt,
MacLeod reached around the man, grabbing his chin with one hand while he cut his throat with
another.
Methos was in too much of a hurry to get that close to the third guard. His gun with silencer did
the job without anyone hearing or noticing. The man hadn't even hit the ground before Methos
was pulling himself up on the lowest balcony and making his way as close to where he heard the
voices as he could.
Inside, Garrett had awoken in a foul mood. Beth hadn't been in his room, so he had stormed
through the house looking for her. What he didn't know was that she had discovered Cassie's
nose was stuffy and had gone looking for Helen. "Do we have a vaporizer to help relieve her
breathing?"
The woman hadn't been able to answer because her employer bursting into the room and
ordering her to leave. He didn't just want her to leave the room, he wanted her to leave the
house for the night.
Helen didn't waste any time and she didn't look back at Beth when she left the kitchen. Instead
she went upstairs to her room and gathered her purse and a few things. She was just picking the
keys to her car up from the table when a pair of strong hands wrapped around her from behind.
"You've got 2 choices." Methos words sounded against her ear. "You can tell me where my
daughter is, or I can snap your neck like a twig."
One of his hands clasped her throat tightly while the other wrapped around her head.
Instinctively Helen knew that he would do exactly as he had threatened. "Her room is two doors
down … on the left … she's there now." She gasped.
"And Garrett? Where is he? Where is my wife?" Methos continued, his voice menacing.
"Downstairs … in the kitchen. They are both downstairs." She replied without hesitation.
For a brief instance Methos contemplated making good on his threat anyway, but instead he
released her and then hit Helen over the back of the head with the butt of his gun and let her slip
gently to the carpet. He had sensed the presence of another immortal on the balcony outside
and turned to find Richie standing in the doorway.
"Cassie is down the hall. We'll find her and then you've got to get her out of here." He ordered
as the younger immortal followed him into the hallway.
Downstairs they could still hear Garrett's angry voice as he accused Beth of all manner of
deception and betrayal. Methos wanted nothing more than to go down and put an end to all of
this, but he dared not until he knew the baby was safe.
The two entered the nursery and Methos felt his heart skip when he saw the wavy red wisps of
hair on the little cherub. She was sleeping a bit fitfully, but thankfully hadn't awakened. Lifting
her carefully into his arms, he marveled at how much she had grown. For a long moment he
simply stared at the precious child and held her close. And then as if she knew she was safe,
Cassie opened her blue eyes and stared up into his gray ones. Her face contorted a little and he
thought she was going to cry. "Shhhh shhh princess. Daddy is here. It's all right, daddy is here."
The sound of glass breaking against the wall downstairs jarred him back to reality. He turned to
Richie, who had been silently watching the touching reunion from the shadows. "Get her out of
here." Methos told him as they slipped the child inside the carrier and then zipped his jacket up
as far as he could. "Here is her blanket. When you are far enough away and know you weren't
followed, stop and wrap her up tightly in it." Methos unstrapped the carrier he had been wearing
since it was no longer needed.
"I'll take care of her." Richie promised. "You just make sure you get her mother out of here."
The two locked gazes, both understanding how important the next few minutes would be.
MacLeod meanwhile was on a balcony on the other side of the villa, praying that he wasn't so
close that Garrett could detect his presence. He almost had the lock on the door open when he
heard a sound behind him. It was the fourth guard. The man had seen MacLeod and had
slipped out using a window nearby. He stood holding a gun and grinning at the intruder.
"What do we have here?" the man asked in thick German as he moved his finger to cock the
trigger.
Duncan knew he had to move quickly. He threw himself at the man, taking a bullet in the chest
even as his sword ran through the man and twisted to be sure he was dead. The two fell to the
stone floor of the balcony where the life drained from their bodies.
Inside Garrett and Beth both heard the shot. Beth screamed and wanted to run to check on
Cassie, but Garrett grabbed her arm and wrenched it behind her back. He kept her in front of him
as he made his way from the kitchen and into the main room. It was then the presence of
another immortal hit him. It had been impeded some by his drunken state, but now it was
undeniable. Someone was here.
His head shot up to the figure at the top of the stair landing an instant before Beth's followed.
"Adam?" she gasped, afraid for a few seconds that he was only an apparition. "Oh God Adam. I
was so afraid you wouldn't find us."
"I knew it. You bitch. You lying whore." Garrett wrenched her arm so hard that it almost
dislocated her elbow. She screamed out in pain and her knees began to give way, but he
wouldn't let her fall. He needed her as a shield.
Watching the way Beth was being treated cut through Methos like a knife. His eyes locked with
hers briefly before moving to concentrate on the object of his rage. "Let her go." He demanded
as he moved down the stairs and came to stand only a few feet away.
"Like hell." Garrett spat. Even in his drunken state he knew that Beth was the only leverage he
had to get out of this.
Methos pulled his sword out of his coat and held it in one hand and the gun in the other as he
repeated his demand.
It was then that Garrett remembered what he carried in his belt. A flash of steel glinted and in an
instant, the hand that was not holding Beth's behind her back held a knife to her throat.
"Back off!" Garrett ordered as Beth whimpered and tried not to show her panic. She tried to
focus not on the knife, but on the man that she thought she might never see again. Adam was
here. He would find a way to save her, of that she was confident.
Methos knew that Beth could survive many wounds, but he wasn't sure that she could survive
what Garrett was threatening. The legend only said that she would not fall victim to age or
disease and that her body would heal quickly. He could not take the risk.
"Now would be a good time for you to make an entrance, Highlander." He thought to himself as
he laid his sword and the gun down on the table and sofa beside him. He held his arms out from
his body to let Garrett know he wasn't holding anything else as he watched to see if the man
would release Beth.
"No" Beth whispered as she saw him set down his weapons. She was more afraid for him than
for herself, and for good reason. Garrett shoved her down on the ground and threw the knife,
missing his mark but still hitting Methos in the shoulder. The knife embedded itself in the muscle
and cartilage. Methos staggered backward slightly, which gave Garrett the time he needed to
grab the sword that had been set aside and begin waving it in front of him.
"Who's got the advantage now Pierson?" Garrett spat. "You should have finished me while you
had the chance."
"Beth get out of here." Adam ordered as he tried to pull the knife from his body, but the blade
didn't want to come easily. His vision blurred briefly as he tried again.
Beth saw what was happening and rushed to his side, getting between the two of them. As much
as Adam wanted nothing more than to feel her against him, he knew she needed to get out of the
way. "Get out of here now!" he said as he used his uninjured arm to shove her away.
"But Adam …" she started to protest, but then the reality of what was happening hit her full force.
The man she loved was injured, and had only just now been able to pull the blade from his
shoulder, and although Garrett was drunk, he had the only sword in the room.
Turning, Beth rushed up the stairs. Garrett thought she was going to her child, as did Adam, but
that was not her goal. Beth rushed past the nursery and into Garrett's room where she lifted the
lid of the blanket chest and pulled out the sword that lay within. It was Methos' Ivanhoe.
While she was gone, Adam had managed to circle the room, keeping the furniture between he
and Garrett. Slowly the pain was subsiding, but he had no weapon. Looking to his left, he
spotted the fire poker and used that to fend off the first blows.
The two struck at one another, Garrett's blows clumsy from drink and Methos' still a little weak
from the wound that hadn't completely healed in his shoulder. Beth watched in horror from the
landing as the battle unfolded in the room below. She gasped when Garrett's blade came
dangerously close to Methos head, and the brief distraction allowed him to sweep up and knock
the poker away.
Beth knew her outburst had caused something terrible. Without thinking about anything but
Garrett's sword looming high above, poised to strike, she raced down the stairs.
Garrett had his back to her, and before either man even realized what she was doing, Beth
plunged the blade of Methos' sword into his back. Garrett's face registered the shock as he
dropped the sword in his hand and gripped the blade that protruded from out the front of his
chest.
Beth let go of the handle and stepped back, aghast at what she had done. As Garrett hit his
knees, his body no longer blocking her view of Adam, she covered her mouth and began to cry.
Adam waited until his dumb struck opponent fell face first onto the carpet before looking up at
her. When their eyes met, Beth could hold back no longer. With a cry of relief, she threw herself
at him, clinging to him and weeping for joy.
Adam wrapped one arm around her but tried not to be affected by the feel of her and by the scent
of her hair so close to his face. However it was a battle he feared he would lose. He wanted so
much to crush her in his arms and kiss her until neither of them could breath, but he knew he
could not. Sensing another presence, he looked up to see MacLeod coming inside the front door.
"What happened?" Duncan asked, wondering why Garrett still had his head.
Beth realized at that moment that Adam was not returning her embrace with the same
enthusiasm. Reaching up, she captured his face in her hands and forced him to look into her
eyes. "Adam? What's wrong? Why won't you hold me?" she asked.
It took everything within him to steel himself from her soft touch and deep, loving eyes. "You
interfered." He replied flatly as he pushed her away.
His reaction shocked Beth to the core. "What?" she gasped, not believing he actually sounded
angry with her.
"You interfered and now we have to wait." He replied as he walked over to Garrett's body and
pulled his sword from the man's back.
"Wait? Wait for what?" Beth asked.
"Don't do this to her. It's cruel." Duncan told his friend as he moved to put his arm around a very
confused and hurt Beth.
"Don't you interfere." Adam told him. "Get her out of here."
"No!" Beth almost yelled. "I'm not going anywhere. I want to know what's going on."
"What's going on is that you are going to go with MacLeod to Rosa's. Richie has already taken
Cassie there, and she will be frightened until you get there." Adam began. "And I am going to
wait for this piece of trash to revive and then take his head."
"Take it now and then we can both go." Beth argued. "I don't want to be away from you … not
for even a few minutes."
"It doesn't work that way." Adam spat back at her, his heart twisting when he saw the pain on her
face and in her eyes.
Beth choked on her tears and covered her mouth with her hand. "I don't understand." She shook
her head as she watched him. Her body began to shake as watched him. It was like he was a
stranger to her. Unable to comprehend what was happening, Beth allowed Duncan to turn her in
his arms and comfort her as he glared across the room at Adam.
"You are one stubborn son of a bitch, you know that don't you?" Duncan shouted.
"Just get her out of here and make sure she and the baby get home safely." Adam almost
stumbled on the words and had to say them quickly or risk not getting them out at all.
Beth's head shot up and she turned to face him again. "My God! You're not coming with us are
you? Even after you take care of Garrett you aren't coming with us." Her voice was barely more
than a whisper and her face registered the shock.
Adam didn't reply, but his silence spoke volumes.
"Why?" she asked as she pulled away from Duncan. "Don't you love me any more?"
Their conversation was interrupted by Garrett's body jerking into consciousness.
Duncan pulled Beth back out of the way, but ignored Adam's insistence that he take her and
leave. He wasn't going to make this easy for the man. No way. If he was going to do this, then
he would have to look Beth in the face and explain it. MacLeod had no intention of being the one
to tell her why she was being rejected.