A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY SUE!

A huge thank you to Sherry. Still sending get well vibes to Tiffany.

No update on FP or TWCS as I have no internet and it was hard enough to pull this update off. I will update on both places once I am back online. Thanks for understanding xx

Chapter 52

After attending to the maid, Isabella went to the dungeons to find out what progress Jasper had made with Garrett. She found two guards standing outside one of the cells, and presumed that must be the cell they were holding him in. The door was closed and there was barely any noise coming from inside, so she decided to take a look, but as she moved to pass the guards they blocked her way.

"What are you doing?"

"We've been ordered no tae let ye pass," one of them replied.

"By whose orders?" she asked, but she already knew the answer. As mistress, didn't she overrule the captain? She really had no idea. "I demand that you move out of my way at once."

"Wae aw due respect mistress, the dungeons are nae place fur a lady."

"With all due respect to you, my husband may be in danger, and I want to ensure that everything is being done to get the answers we need so we can help him. Now move out my way," she demanded.

"Naw, I canny. Jasper said that he wid slit my throat if I let ye in the door."

Isabella balled her fists in fury. It would appear that Jasper could predict her every move.

"Then, I demand that your captain comes out in to speak to me."

The guard reluctantly opened the door and signalled for Jasper to step outside. While the door was open Isabella got a glimpse of Garrett lying on the floor. His face was bloody and his body full of cuts. Jasper sheathed his dirk and came out, closing the door behind him. He did not look pleased.

"What did he say? Did you see the cut of his wrist?" Isabella asked. "What does it mean? I thought Emmett searched all the guards?"

Jasper sighed. "Aye, I saw the cut and Emmett did search aw the soldiers. I did as well. I hiv nae idea how he managed to evade us."

"What has he said? Has he told you where Edward is?" Isabella asked, anxiously.

"Naw, he's refusing tae talk."

"Perhaps, I could."

"Naw."

"You didn't even listen to what I had to say," Isabella said, glaring at the captain.

"I don't need tae. Ye've been telt that the dungeons isnae a place fur women, now go upstairs and let me work."

"You're infuriating," Isabella growled.

Jasper laughed. "I'm infuriating?"

"Whit's going on here?" a voice asked.

Isabella turned around to see Edward standing in the doorway to the kitchen. He looked a little worse for ware, but still he was alive. She couldn't believe that he was alive, that he was safe.

Her head started to spin. Jasper gripped onto her arm to stop her from falling over.

"Wife, are ye unwell?" Edward asked, rushing to her side.

Isabella shook her head. "No, I'm fine," she said, smiling as a stray tear rolled down her face. "I'm just so happy that you've returned home."