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Duncan's impulse was to go after her, pull her into his arms and tell her he was sorry. Pride stopped him. She was leaving him.
He heard shouts. Going to the door, he opened it to assess the commotion.
Catherine rode out the gate. Bloody hell, his stubborn wife rode out unaccompanied. Racing like the Bansidhe howled at her back.
He'd driven her away with his heartless words. Why hadn't he just demanded she not leave?
He couldn't let her depart. Not like this--not ever.
Knowing he needed her more than life itself, Duncan raced outside to mount his steed. His response anticipated, a horse was already being saddled.
He raced after her, pushing his horse to full gallop. "Please, God, let her not injure herself," he cried aloud.
He finally saw her, pushed to overtake her, knowing the fool woman wouldn't stop. Drawing abreast, he shouted to her.
She barely spared him a glance, concentrated on riding.
She was going too fast.
Duncan feared the horse would stumble. She might lose her grip on the reins or saddle. Bracing his knees to maintain his balance, he reached over to grab her reins. She jerked them away. Not wanting to startle the horse, Duncan took only the space of a heartbeat to make a decision. Bending to loop his arm around her waist, he pulled hard, jerking her from her horse.
Trying to situate her on the horse with his left arm, he yanked on the reins with his right. She flailed, trying to escape him.
"Let me go," she shouted.
He brought the horse to a stop, dismounted, bringing her with him.
She pummeled her hands against his chest. He didn't stop her. He'd hurt her, deservedit.
Her knee buckled and she dropped to the ground, sobbing. "How dare you ... how could you ... how...?"
"Shhh, my heart, I am sorry. I did not mean--"