Go Tell the Bees that I Am Gone (Outlander, #9)

by Diana Gabaldon

“Ach, Ian,” he said, suddenly noting his nephew’s bare chest. “D’ye maybe ken where my claw’s gone? The bear claw the Tuscarora gave me, I mean.” He hadn’t thought of the thing in years. He’d lent it to Ian some time back, to wear on a hunting trip. But it maybe wouldn’t be a bad thing to have with him just now, if it was handy. “Aye, I do.” Ian had sat down to fold up Aidan’s cartridges, quick and neat, and didn’t look up. “I gave it to my cousin William.” “Your cou— Oh.” He considered Ian, who still didn’t look up. “And when was this?” “Ach. Some time ago,” Ian said airily. “When I got him out o’ the swamp, ken. I told him ye wanted him to have it.” He did glance up then, one thin eyebrow raised, just like his father. “I wasna wrong, was I?” “No,” Jamie said, feeling a sudden warmth, though the hairs prickled on his neck. “No, ye weren’t.”