“Bloody hell,” Alexander took a second look at the lovely lady stranded in the midst of the battle. His Angel had been delivered — but to the wrong army!

The Prince fought his way toward her, certain he would claim her.

Alex would get to her first. He directed his warriors to break the circle and send her toward him. He had every intention of claiming this pretty token of war for his own.

Melissa bumped into one of the warriors and turned. The opening was only for a moment, but she took that opportunity to jump over a fallen man and run toward the ridge. Her bare feet were bleeding within seconds, cut on sharp rocks as she made her way up the slope. Her foot slammed into a branch of thorns and she screamed again.

Moments later she was airborne, lifted by a strong arm that caught her around her waist, and she landed in front of a powerful warrior. His steed hadn’t slowed down as she was plucked off the ground.

Alex felt the tiny lass shiver and fought the fury to beat the Prince senseless just for scaring her. He would find his answers after he had her under his protection.

            “You are mine!” He yelled in Gaelic over the sound of battle in her ear. He quickly draped his red and blue tartan plaid over her shoulder.