Claire turned to face him. “Jamie… your back.”
The cold was a living thing in the Highlands, a wet, gnawing cold that seeped through wool and flesh to the marrow. But Claire Randall Fraser felt no cold. She felt only the coarse rope biting into her wrists and the hard, unyielding wood of the wagon rail against her back. The world lurched with every rut in the muddy road, each jolt a fresh agony in her bruised ribs. outlander s01e09 bdrip
He was a ghost made of fury. His shirt was unlaced, revealing the bandages that swathed his torso—the fresh, raw wounds from Randall’s cat-o’-nine-tails. But he walked upright. He walked like a man possessed. His face was a thundercloud: a cut on his brow, a bruice darkening his cheekbone, and in his eyes, a fire that had nothing to do with the torches. Claire turned to face him
Claire’s blood ran cold. “You don’t believe him.” She felt only the coarse rope biting into
And as the gates groaned open and the mist parted, Jamie Fraser led his wife out of the shadow of Castle Leoch and into the wild, uncertain dawn. Behind them, the clan watched in silence. Ahead, the road to Lallybroch wound through the heather like a silver ribbon—a path to home, to war, and to a reckoning far greater than either of them could yet imagine.
Claire smiled in the darkness. It was a small, dangerous smile.