die and end this miserable life.”
But Conall couldn’t do it. Beneath the hard exterior he felt Gregor was a good man. “You’ve gained my trust. Do I need to lock you in the caves to keep you from taking my castle and turning my clan over to the MacNeil?”
One blond brow cocked itself. “You think I’ll tell you the truth?”
Conall almost laughed. Gregor had no way of knowing of his gift, and he intended to keep it that way. “Aye.”
After a lengthy moment of silence Gregor let out a long breath. “Nay. You’ve nothing to worry about from me.”
Conall reached out to read Gregor but couldn’t get through this time. His gut, however, told him Gregor could be trusted.
“I’ll tell you truthfully,” Gregor continued. “The MacNeil wants you dead. He’ll stop at nothing. Especially since you have Glenna. She’s precious to him.”
“I know,” Conall said, and lowered his sword. He motioned to his men to do the same. “Tell me what she’s keeping from me?”
Gregor shook his head. “That isn’t for me to do, and you know it. When she’s ready, she’ll tell you. Don’t be too harsh in your judgment of her though,” he warned.
Conall didn’t like the fact Gregor was warning him, but what irritated him the most was that he was doing it on Glenna’s behalf. Regardless of what Gregor had said, Conall couldn’t help but think he and Glenna had known one another at MacNeil’s. It would explain how Gregor knew so much about her.
Gregor snorted. “How many times must I tell you Glenna had never seen me before the day you came to MacNeil Castle?”
Conall watched him walk away, his thoughts heavy. How in the saints had Gregor known what he had been thinking? Was Gregor a Druid as well?
* * * * *
Glenna sat on her bed and stared into the fire. Conall hated her now. It had been inevitable, but she had hoped the fantasy would go on a little longer before it came crashing down around her like everything always did.
Fate hadn’t been kind to her.
It had been crueler still to Iona.
Iona. She had been Glenna’s first and only friend. Iona had even kept silent about where she had come from, never telling Glenna the MacNeil had taken her from her home. She mourned her friend’s absence and prayed she was still alive.
A gust of wind howled through the narrow window and swirled around Glenna, sending her hair into her eyes.
Glenna .
She jumped off the bed and looked around the room. Someone had said her name, yet she was alone. What magic was this?
Glenna. It’s Moira .
“Moira?” she asked, and smoothed hair out of her eyes. “Where are you? I don’t see you.”
Laughter filled the room. Think, Glenna. Iona was sent to teach you of your power .
“I don’t have powers,” she whispered as chills rose on her skin, the wind lifting her skirts. Well, that wasn’t entirely true. Gregor, after all, had seen what she was capable of.
Aye, you do. Fire. Mine is wind. I can control it just as you’ll be able to control fire. Given time and training your powers will grow .
Now she was intrigued. “Powers? I have more than one?”
You can foresee the future. That gift is one many Druids have. Another is the gift of healing in which I have .
“Iona never told me any of this.”
She couldn’t. She fulfilled her destiny, Glenna. Now it’s your turn .
“What destiny?”
You are one of three chosen before they were born to fulfill an ancient prophecy. Time is of the essence, and you have much to learn. Come to me, Glenna .
“I cannot. Conall has forbidden it,” she said. The wind grew weak. Moira was leaving, but Glenna had many more questions.
Come, Glenna…
“Don’t leave me,” she begged, but it was too late. Moira had left. And Glenna knew she had to learn more, even if it meant gaining the ire of Conall. The Druids were the ones who would tell her all she needed to know. Iona had been a Druid and she hadn’t lied to Glenna.
* * * * *
Moira collapsed against the
But Conall couldn’t do it. Beneath the hard exterior he felt Gregor was a good man. “You’ve gained my trust. Do I need to lock you in the caves to keep you from taking my castle and turning my clan over to the MacNeil?”
One blond brow cocked itself. “You think I’ll tell you the truth?”
Conall almost laughed. Gregor had no way of knowing of his gift, and he intended to keep it that way. “Aye.”
After a lengthy moment of silence Gregor let out a long breath. “Nay. You’ve nothing to worry about from me.”
Conall reached out to read Gregor but couldn’t get through this time. His gut, however, told him Gregor could be trusted.
“I’ll tell you truthfully,” Gregor continued. “The MacNeil wants you dead. He’ll stop at nothing. Especially since you have Glenna. She’s precious to him.”
“I know,” Conall said, and lowered his sword. He motioned to his men to do the same. “Tell me what she’s keeping from me?”
Gregor shook his head. “That isn’t for me to do, and you know it. When she’s ready, she’ll tell you. Don’t be too harsh in your judgment of her though,” he warned.
Conall didn’t like the fact Gregor was warning him, but what irritated him the most was that he was doing it on Glenna’s behalf. Regardless of what Gregor had said, Conall couldn’t help but think he and Glenna had known one another at MacNeil’s. It would explain how Gregor knew so much about her.
Gregor snorted. “How many times must I tell you Glenna had never seen me before the day you came to MacNeil Castle?”
Conall watched him walk away, his thoughts heavy. How in the saints had Gregor known what he had been thinking? Was Gregor a Druid as well?
* * * * *
Glenna sat on her bed and stared into the fire. Conall hated her now. It had been inevitable, but she had hoped the fantasy would go on a little longer before it came crashing down around her like everything always did.
Fate hadn’t been kind to her.
It had been crueler still to Iona.
Iona. She had been Glenna’s first and only friend. Iona had even kept silent about where she had come from, never telling Glenna the MacNeil had taken her from her home. She mourned her friend’s absence and prayed she was still alive.
A gust of wind howled through the narrow window and swirled around Glenna, sending her hair into her eyes.
Glenna .
She jumped off the bed and looked around the room. Someone had said her name, yet she was alone. What magic was this?
Glenna. It’s Moira .
“Moira?” she asked, and smoothed hair out of her eyes. “Where are you? I don’t see you.”
Laughter filled the room. Think, Glenna. Iona was sent to teach you of your power .
“I don’t have powers,” she whispered as chills rose on her skin, the wind lifting her skirts. Well, that wasn’t entirely true. Gregor, after all, had seen what she was capable of.
Aye, you do. Fire. Mine is wind. I can control it just as you’ll be able to control fire. Given time and training your powers will grow .
Now she was intrigued. “Powers? I have more than one?”
You can foresee the future. That gift is one many Druids have. Another is the gift of healing in which I have .
“Iona never told me any of this.”
She couldn’t. She fulfilled her destiny, Glenna. Now it’s your turn .
“What destiny?”
You are one of three chosen before they were born to fulfill an ancient prophecy. Time is of the essence, and you have much to learn. Come to me, Glenna .
“I cannot. Conall has forbidden it,” she said. The wind grew weak. Moira was leaving, but Glenna had many more questions.
Come, Glenna…
“Don’t leave me,” she begged, but it was too late. Moira had left. And Glenna knew she had to learn more, even if it meant gaining the ire of Conall. The Druids were the ones who would tell her all she needed to know. Iona had been a Druid and she hadn’t lied to Glenna.
* * * * *
Moira collapsed against the
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