"Why thank you for your generous thoughts," she muttered beneath her breath as she tried her best not to stab him in the heart with her silver locket. Jocelyn dare not shake or show fear to this man. He had the illness just as much as her and he needed help for it. She took the phone from her chest and started to make a few phone calls. It only took her a few minutes but it took an eternity to secure a line and a vehicle to rent in Scotland. The vehicle would be here in the morning, eight hours from now which was not working out for her. Once eight hours hit, she feared her enemies would be at the front door to this castle knocking down the door to get to her.