double doors to his office flew open and Robbie filled the doorway clothed in all black fatigues, his favorite. He smiled when he spotted Declan and hurried over. “Your spy has done it again.”
“Kirstin?” Declan asked. “What information did she ascertain?”
“I know where everyone at MacLeod Castle went yesterday morning.”
Declan looked at the clock on his wall and realized it was nearing five in the morning. “Where?”
“Satellite imaging picks up twenty-four bodies on the Orkney Islands near the Ring of Brodgar.”
A slow smile spread over Declan’s face. “And you’re sure it was the MacLeods?”
“I had the image enhanced. I saw three men wearing torcs. It’s the MacLeods, Declan.”
“Good work, cousin,” Declan said as he gained his feet. “I wonder how much Deirdre would appreciate this information.”
* * *
“Where is Saffron?” Gwynn asked when everyone gathered around the table to eat that next morning.
Camdyn didn’t bother to look up as he attacked the pile of pancakes layered on his plate. He took a bite of crunchy bacon as the others all admitted to not seeing Saffron.
Finally he had to speak up. “I saw her on the battlements last night. Then she went to her chamber.”
A chair scraped as Isla rose from the table. “I’m going to check on her.”
Camdyn knew she was fine. He’d felt the strength of her magic all night as he tossed and turned in bed thinking about her full lips and creamy skin, of her curves molded along his body.
Even now he could feel the sheer power of her magic. It was stronger than before, but it was still Saffron’s magic.
Hayden suddenly jumped up from the table and started running for the stairs. “Something is wrong with Isla.”
A heartbeat later Isla’s voice rang out from above, “I need help!”
Camdyn forgot about his food as he leaped to the top of the stairs, landing just in front of Hayden, and sprinted down the hallway to Saffron’s door.
The door was open, and he skidded to a halt when he spotted Isla squatting beside Saffron, who sat rocking back and forth in front of the fire.
“The fire is magical,” Hayden said from behind him.
Camdyn strode to Saffron, intent on discovering what was wrong, but when he went to touch her, magic shot from her body and hit him.
It didn’t hurt. It didn’t do anything but stun him. Yet he was unnerved. Unsettled.
Uneasy.
The others began piling into the chamber, each taken aback as they caught sight of Saffron. Camdyn walked slowly around Saffron until he stood directly in front of her. He lowered himself so that he looked her in the eye, but her tawny gaze that had haunted him all night wasn’t the same one that stared back at him now.
“What’s wrong with her?” he asked Isla.
“She’s gone to the chanting,” Isla answered.
“Get her back.”
Isla’s ice-blue eyes held a wealth of uncertainty that caused Camdyn’s blood to turn to ice. “I don’t know if we can.”
“We also have no idea how long she’s been with them,” Marcail said.
“With who?” Camdyn demanded, his anxiety growing by the moment.
Reaghan laid a hand on his shoulder. “The ancients, Camdyn. Each of us Druids has heard the drums and the chants at one time or another. It is a haven for Druids, a place where we can discover answers or just find tranquility.”
Camdyn recalled Dani nearly succumbing just a few days ago. How could he have forgotten such a thing?
“Every Druid has something that strengthens her magic,” Sonya said. “For me it’s the trees. I believe it’s fire for Saffron.”
“Douse the fire then,” he ordered as he peered closer at Saffron, praying for some kind of response from her.
It was Hayden who stepped to the fireplace and put his hands in the fire. He grunted and shook his head. “Without magic, that will be impossible. Saffron is keeping this fire going, and no’ even my power will douse it.”
“Shite,” Camdyn murmured and ran a hand
“Kirstin?” Declan asked. “What information did she ascertain?”
“I know where everyone at MacLeod Castle went yesterday morning.”
Declan looked at the clock on his wall and realized it was nearing five in the morning. “Where?”
“Satellite imaging picks up twenty-four bodies on the Orkney Islands near the Ring of Brodgar.”
A slow smile spread over Declan’s face. “And you’re sure it was the MacLeods?”
“I had the image enhanced. I saw three men wearing torcs. It’s the MacLeods, Declan.”
“Good work, cousin,” Declan said as he gained his feet. “I wonder how much Deirdre would appreciate this information.”
* * *
“Where is Saffron?” Gwynn asked when everyone gathered around the table to eat that next morning.
Camdyn didn’t bother to look up as he attacked the pile of pancakes layered on his plate. He took a bite of crunchy bacon as the others all admitted to not seeing Saffron.
Finally he had to speak up. “I saw her on the battlements last night. Then she went to her chamber.”
A chair scraped as Isla rose from the table. “I’m going to check on her.”
Camdyn knew she was fine. He’d felt the strength of her magic all night as he tossed and turned in bed thinking about her full lips and creamy skin, of her curves molded along his body.
Even now he could feel the sheer power of her magic. It was stronger than before, but it was still Saffron’s magic.
Hayden suddenly jumped up from the table and started running for the stairs. “Something is wrong with Isla.”
A heartbeat later Isla’s voice rang out from above, “I need help!”
Camdyn forgot about his food as he leaped to the top of the stairs, landing just in front of Hayden, and sprinted down the hallway to Saffron’s door.
The door was open, and he skidded to a halt when he spotted Isla squatting beside Saffron, who sat rocking back and forth in front of the fire.
“The fire is magical,” Hayden said from behind him.
Camdyn strode to Saffron, intent on discovering what was wrong, but when he went to touch her, magic shot from her body and hit him.
It didn’t hurt. It didn’t do anything but stun him. Yet he was unnerved. Unsettled.
Uneasy.
The others began piling into the chamber, each taken aback as they caught sight of Saffron. Camdyn walked slowly around Saffron until he stood directly in front of her. He lowered himself so that he looked her in the eye, but her tawny gaze that had haunted him all night wasn’t the same one that stared back at him now.
“What’s wrong with her?” he asked Isla.
“She’s gone to the chanting,” Isla answered.
“Get her back.”
Isla’s ice-blue eyes held a wealth of uncertainty that caused Camdyn’s blood to turn to ice. “I don’t know if we can.”
“We also have no idea how long she’s been with them,” Marcail said.
“With who?” Camdyn demanded, his anxiety growing by the moment.
Reaghan laid a hand on his shoulder. “The ancients, Camdyn. Each of us Druids has heard the drums and the chants at one time or another. It is a haven for Druids, a place where we can discover answers or just find tranquility.”
Camdyn recalled Dani nearly succumbing just a few days ago. How could he have forgotten such a thing?
“Every Druid has something that strengthens her magic,” Sonya said. “For me it’s the trees. I believe it’s fire for Saffron.”
“Douse the fire then,” he ordered as he peered closer at Saffron, praying for some kind of response from her.
It was Hayden who stepped to the fireplace and put his hands in the fire. He grunted and shook his head. “Without magic, that will be impossible. Saffron is keeping this fire going, and no’ even my power will douse it.”
“Shite,” Camdyn murmured and ran a hand
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