roamed her face and she watched—confused. “I ken the MacGregor all too well. Be wary of his words, for there is always a purpose behind them.”
“Do you understand how confusing this is? This is not my time. Doesn’t it seem strange to you? It is the truth.” She glanced around to make sure no others were listening. “Alastair, my year is 2015.”
His expression never faltered at her words, and she wished she could have the ability to read minds. Did he think her insane?
Keeping his voice low, he said, “The warriors who are Fae can travel between the veil of time. Why ye were brought back is a question for the MacGregor to clarify, and one answer I would verra much like to hear.”
Fae warriors and time travel . Fiona inhaled and exhaled deeply. Somehow, nothing mattered—not the current year, or the fact Rory MacGregor was not quite human. It was then she realized she actually trusted Alastair. Her mind whirled trying to tell her otherwise. Yet, in the end, her soul believed this Dragon Knight would do all in his power to make sure she remained safe.
Had he not already rescued her from the chains of slavery?
“I will be on guard,” she whispered.
“Good,” he said releasing his hold on her elbow.
Niall greeted her and escorted her into the main hall. “It is not a large keep, but I find it agrees with my family.”
She glanced sideways at him. “Are you married?”
“Nae,” interjected a loud male voice. “Who would have him?”
Niall grimaced. “Hold your tongue, Brian , or I will remove it. Ye ken I will find a wife when it is time.”
“Ye wound me, my brother,” he said coming forward. Stopping abruptly in front of Fiona, he eyed them both, as all traces of humor vanished instantly from his face. “Sakes, can it truly be?”
“Yes, Brian,” uttered Niall, placing an arm around Fiona. “Our sister has returned.”
Brian reached out hesitantly to cup her face. “She has the look of our mother,” he said softly.
“You are my brother, too? How many are there?” she asked, seeing the similarities in the eyes and mouth.
“One other. Desmond. I have sent for him,” replied Niall.
Brian scowled as he peered at her clothing. “Why is she dressed in this fashion, and her hair short like a lad?” His gaze fixed on Alastair standing a few steps away.
“We have yet to hear her story, or how she came to be with the MacKay,” answered Niall.
Fiona noticed how Brian’s hand touched briefly on his sword as if in silent warning toward Alastair. Great. Now she had overprotective brothers. “If you don’t mind, I would very much like to hear this explanation.” Looking back over her shoulder, she spotted Rory. “And one from you, too.”
Niall moved away, waving to one of the men. Turning back to her, he said, “Would ye not like to rest and change into proper clothing? I have sent your maid to your chamber.”
“Honestly? I don’t think I can wait another moment to find out why…” She swallowed before adding, “I have traveled so far to find my… kin .”
“Fee,” pleaded Niall. “Will ye not change?”
“No,” she snapped. “I am tired, hungry, and would love a bath, but I assure you my appetite is much stronger for the truth in all of this.”
Niall’s shoulders slumped in resignation. “Your clothing is a befuddlement to the men.”
Why did he have to look so dejected? And why did she suddenly feel sorry for him when he resorted to begging? “Oh all right,” she grumbled, and then added, “but don’t start discussing anything until I return. I will not be long.”
Niall waved over one of the men. “Padrig will take ye to your chamber.”
Brian tried to hide a laugh behind his fist, sputtering, “Just as stubborn as I remember.”
“I heard that,” she yelled back over her shoulder.
Chapter Sixteen
“Ask a druid for an answer and he will give you a riddle. Ask a dragon, and she will tell you to discover it on your own.”
All talk ceased the
“Do you understand how confusing this is? This is not my time. Doesn’t it seem strange to you? It is the truth.” She glanced around to make sure no others were listening. “Alastair, my year is 2015.”
His expression never faltered at her words, and she wished she could have the ability to read minds. Did he think her insane?
Keeping his voice low, he said, “The warriors who are Fae can travel between the veil of time. Why ye were brought back is a question for the MacGregor to clarify, and one answer I would verra much like to hear.”
Fae warriors and time travel . Fiona inhaled and exhaled deeply. Somehow, nothing mattered—not the current year, or the fact Rory MacGregor was not quite human. It was then she realized she actually trusted Alastair. Her mind whirled trying to tell her otherwise. Yet, in the end, her soul believed this Dragon Knight would do all in his power to make sure she remained safe.
Had he not already rescued her from the chains of slavery?
“I will be on guard,” she whispered.
“Good,” he said releasing his hold on her elbow.
Niall greeted her and escorted her into the main hall. “It is not a large keep, but I find it agrees with my family.”
She glanced sideways at him. “Are you married?”
“Nae,” interjected a loud male voice. “Who would have him?”
Niall grimaced. “Hold your tongue, Brian , or I will remove it. Ye ken I will find a wife when it is time.”
“Ye wound me, my brother,” he said coming forward. Stopping abruptly in front of Fiona, he eyed them both, as all traces of humor vanished instantly from his face. “Sakes, can it truly be?”
“Yes, Brian,” uttered Niall, placing an arm around Fiona. “Our sister has returned.”
Brian reached out hesitantly to cup her face. “She has the look of our mother,” he said softly.
“You are my brother, too? How many are there?” she asked, seeing the similarities in the eyes and mouth.
“One other. Desmond. I have sent for him,” replied Niall.
Brian scowled as he peered at her clothing. “Why is she dressed in this fashion, and her hair short like a lad?” His gaze fixed on Alastair standing a few steps away.
“We have yet to hear her story, or how she came to be with the MacKay,” answered Niall.
Fiona noticed how Brian’s hand touched briefly on his sword as if in silent warning toward Alastair. Great. Now she had overprotective brothers. “If you don’t mind, I would very much like to hear this explanation.” Looking back over her shoulder, she spotted Rory. “And one from you, too.”
Niall moved away, waving to one of the men. Turning back to her, he said, “Would ye not like to rest and change into proper clothing? I have sent your maid to your chamber.”
“Honestly? I don’t think I can wait another moment to find out why…” She swallowed before adding, “I have traveled so far to find my… kin .”
“Fee,” pleaded Niall. “Will ye not change?”
“No,” she snapped. “I am tired, hungry, and would love a bath, but I assure you my appetite is much stronger for the truth in all of this.”
Niall’s shoulders slumped in resignation. “Your clothing is a befuddlement to the men.”
Why did he have to look so dejected? And why did she suddenly feel sorry for him when he resorted to begging? “Oh all right,” she grumbled, and then added, “but don’t start discussing anything until I return. I will not be long.”
Niall waved over one of the men. “Padrig will take ye to your chamber.”
Brian tried to hide a laugh behind his fist, sputtering, “Just as stubborn as I remember.”
“I heard that,” she yelled back over her shoulder.
Chapter Sixteen
“Ask a druid for an answer and he will give you a riddle. Ask a dragon, and she will tell you to discover it on your own.”
All talk ceased the
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