With haste, the locks-man fumbled for his dirk, quickly sawing through the rope. Claire’s arms fell limp as the tension released, aching from the strain. Jamie, ever the steady presence, caught her elbow and held her upright. Claire found solace against Jamie’s chest, their connection offering a brief respite from the chaos surrounding them. His arm enveloped her waist, shielding her from prying eyes with his plaid. The cacophony of voices still swirled around them, but it no longer carried the deranged bloodlust of the mob.