her?
Niall placed his hands on his hips and glowered at Alastair. “Ye are on my land, MacKay. Ye best remember that while ye make demands.” Turning back to Fiona, he added, “I will answer your questions. In truth, there is much to tell.”
He waved at one of his men, stepping away from her. Fiona watched for a moment, and then looked at Alastair. “You don’t believe him?”
Fury flashed in his eyes. “Can ye?”
She gave him a weak smile. “I thought you wanted to return me to my kin? Now, you’ve changed your mind?”
“I did not expect your kin to be your brother . The resemblance is there for any to see,” he hissed.
“Oh Alastair, I don’t know what to believe.” I’m trapped in this time warp. What time warp? Niall never did tell me the year. “What is the year?”
Alastair gawked at her. Before he could say anything Gunnar approached wanting to have a word with him. She watched as he rubbed a hand across his face as if agitated, and then walked away.
Throwing her hands up in exasperation, she wanted to scream at the both of them. “Will someone please tell me what year this is? It can’t be that difficult. I know you may think I’m daft—so if you could simply answer the question, I might be able to understand all of this.”
Breathing heavily, she looked around. All activity had ceased and now focused on her. The only sound came from the horses. A bird swooped past her, and she craved to take flight as well.
“The year is twelve hundred and six, Fiona,” replied a deep male voice. One she recognized well.
Fiona whirled around. Her mouth gaped open in shock. Pointing a finger at him, she blurted out, “ You ? ” Anger could not even describe her current emotion. There were too many others mixed in with it. Never in all of her life did she want to punch someone. Anyone.
Her fists clenched and unclenched.
Taking rapid steps, Fiona marched over to the one person she never thought to see again. The one person she had trusted implicitly. The one person whose last words lulled her to sleep.
“Rory MacGregor,” she spat out, as if his name tasted foul. Not giving him time to respond, Fiona slapped him with all her might.
He barely moved from the assault. Instead, his eyes held concern. “I would expect nothing less from you,” he said softly.
“Who are you? And why am I here?” she demanded.
“Step away from him slowly, Fiona,” growled Alastair, his sword unsheathed.
Rory held up his hands as if surrendering. “I have no quarrels with you Dragon Knight. This is between Fiona and me.”
Alastair moved so fast Fiona blinked. The tip of his blade leveled at Rory’s throat. “Ye dare to call me that when ye ken I am no longer a knight. Have ye forgotten the curse?”
“I have not forgotten. Mayhap, you have forgotten the words of the curse.”
“Jumbled words,” spat Alastair.
Fiona stomped her foot. “Get out of my way, Alastair. I have unfinished business with this creature.”
Rory arched a brow in offense. “ Creature? ”
“If ye consider Fenian warriors creatures, Fiona, then it is what he is,” snarled Alastair.
Crossing her arms over her chest, she glared at Rory. “I don’t give a damn what you are. You can explain what a Fenian warrior is later. I want to know why one moment I was asleep in the twenty-first century, and the next, I wake up in medieval Ireland.” There she said it. The truth was out for Alastair to hear.
“All your answers will be explained. It does no good to stand out here for others to hear,” said Rory quietly. His gaze shifted slightly toward Alastair. “If you would remove your sword from my throat, MacKay, you may join us.”
“If we do not like your account, I will be taking Fiona with me when I leave,” replied Alastair, lowering his sword arm.
Rory only nodded in agreement.
Grasping Fiona’s elbow, Alastair ushered her onward to the entrance of Niall’s home. When they reached the door, he hesitated. His eyes
Niall placed his hands on his hips and glowered at Alastair. “Ye are on my land, MacKay. Ye best remember that while ye make demands.” Turning back to Fiona, he added, “I will answer your questions. In truth, there is much to tell.”
He waved at one of his men, stepping away from her. Fiona watched for a moment, and then looked at Alastair. “You don’t believe him?”
Fury flashed in his eyes. “Can ye?”
She gave him a weak smile. “I thought you wanted to return me to my kin? Now, you’ve changed your mind?”
“I did not expect your kin to be your brother . The resemblance is there for any to see,” he hissed.
“Oh Alastair, I don’t know what to believe.” I’m trapped in this time warp. What time warp? Niall never did tell me the year. “What is the year?”
Alastair gawked at her. Before he could say anything Gunnar approached wanting to have a word with him. She watched as he rubbed a hand across his face as if agitated, and then walked away.
Throwing her hands up in exasperation, she wanted to scream at the both of them. “Will someone please tell me what year this is? It can’t be that difficult. I know you may think I’m daft—so if you could simply answer the question, I might be able to understand all of this.”
Breathing heavily, she looked around. All activity had ceased and now focused on her. The only sound came from the horses. A bird swooped past her, and she craved to take flight as well.
“The year is twelve hundred and six, Fiona,” replied a deep male voice. One she recognized well.
Fiona whirled around. Her mouth gaped open in shock. Pointing a finger at him, she blurted out, “ You ? ” Anger could not even describe her current emotion. There were too many others mixed in with it. Never in all of her life did she want to punch someone. Anyone.
Her fists clenched and unclenched.
Taking rapid steps, Fiona marched over to the one person she never thought to see again. The one person she had trusted implicitly. The one person whose last words lulled her to sleep.
“Rory MacGregor,” she spat out, as if his name tasted foul. Not giving him time to respond, Fiona slapped him with all her might.
He barely moved from the assault. Instead, his eyes held concern. “I would expect nothing less from you,” he said softly.
“Who are you? And why am I here?” she demanded.
“Step away from him slowly, Fiona,” growled Alastair, his sword unsheathed.
Rory held up his hands as if surrendering. “I have no quarrels with you Dragon Knight. This is between Fiona and me.”
Alastair moved so fast Fiona blinked. The tip of his blade leveled at Rory’s throat. “Ye dare to call me that when ye ken I am no longer a knight. Have ye forgotten the curse?”
“I have not forgotten. Mayhap, you have forgotten the words of the curse.”
“Jumbled words,” spat Alastair.
Fiona stomped her foot. “Get out of my way, Alastair. I have unfinished business with this creature.”
Rory arched a brow in offense. “ Creature? ”
“If ye consider Fenian warriors creatures, Fiona, then it is what he is,” snarled Alastair.
Crossing her arms over her chest, she glared at Rory. “I don’t give a damn what you are. You can explain what a Fenian warrior is later. I want to know why one moment I was asleep in the twenty-first century, and the next, I wake up in medieval Ireland.” There she said it. The truth was out for Alastair to hear.
“All your answers will be explained. It does no good to stand out here for others to hear,” said Rory quietly. His gaze shifted slightly toward Alastair. “If you would remove your sword from my throat, MacKay, you may join us.”
“If we do not like your account, I will be taking Fiona with me when I leave,” replied Alastair, lowering his sword arm.
Rory only nodded in agreement.
Grasping Fiona’s elbow, Alastair ushered her onward to the entrance of Niall’s home. When they reached the door, he hesitated. His eyes
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