only the males get the magic?”
“Because we were the only ones able to withstand the force of it. A few females were born with our magic, but they were no’ allowed to live.”
Arran’s face was a mask of horror. “Why?”
“Because they went insane from the magic.”
“Damn,” Charon muttered. “So you are the most powerful Druid we have at MacLeod Castle?”
Ramsey wasn’t about to point out that Charon had said “we.” This came from a Warrior who had kept clear of the MacLeods until this final battle with Deirdre.
“I am. Despite Deirdre’s magic, I believe the Torrachilty Druids could have ended her centuries ago.”
“Why did they no’?”
“That’s what I’d like to know.”
Arran tossed the empty Coke can in the garbage. “I say we begin to look. I’m as curious as you to know what happened to such a powerful group of Druids. My first thought is Deirdre, but you never know.”
Ramsey shifted from foot to foot and looked at the castle. “First, let’s focus on Tara and Declan.”
The sound of a chair scooting back on the floor drew Ramsey’s attention. Charon stood and met his gaze for several long moments.
“Let me talk to Tara,” Charon said.
The idea of a man, any man, whether mortal or Warrior, alone with Tara made Ramsey’s hackles rise. But they needed to convince Tara not to fight them, and if Charon or Arran was able to do so, then Ramsey wasn’t going to object.
“All right.”
Charon gave a nod before he stalked from the house.
Arran moved up beside Ramsey and said, “If he fails, I’ll try talking to Tara. She may no’ like us, but in the end, we just need her to be cooperative.”
The problem was, Ramsey wanted her much more than cooperative. He wanted her as she had been the day before—flirting and looking at him as if she couldn’t stop staring.
But that was long gone.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
MacLeod Castle
Galen faced the people that were now his family as they stared at him around the long table in the great hall. Ten Warriors, including the lone female Warrior and Fallon’s wife, Larena, as well as eleven Druids waited for him to speak.
It was Reaghan who touched his hand and gave him an encouraging smile. His wife had helped him do the research on the Torrachilty Druids and compile the information.
“We’re not nearly done with looking through the information on the Torrachilty Druids,” Reaghan said. “However, we thought it important to share with everyone what we have learned so far.”
Quinn, the youngest MacLeod brother, leaned a forearm on the table and asked, “Is there that much information?”
“Surprisingly, aye,” Galen answered. “Thanks to Saffron’s connections we were able to look over scanned pages from ancient texts that many doona even know exist.”
Saffron looked around the table. “In other words, these books are highly prized and once bought are never sold again. They don’t see a museum, and are kept in controlled environments where no one touches a page with their bare hands. They wouldn’t even allow me to see the books myself, but they did offer to scan some pages to help us.”
“Thank them for us,” Fallon said.
“They’ve been well thanked,” Camdyn, Saffron’s husband, muttered.
There was a chorus of chuckles because everyone knew Saffron had sent over a case of Cristal champagne and a box of Macanudo cigars to the owners of the book.
Galen was thankful that someone like Saffron, a multimillionaire, had the connections and the wherewithal to get them the information they otherwise would have had to steal.
“What did you discover?” Hayden asked.
Galen looked at his fellow Warrior and shifted in his seat. “The Torrachilty Druids were wiped out by Deirdre.”
“Damn,” Broc swore, and shook his head.
Logan raised hazel eyes to Galen and asked, “All at once as Deirdre did the MacLeod clan?”
“No,” Reaghan answered. “It appears as if the males left Torrachilty Forest a few at
“Because we were the only ones able to withstand the force of it. A few females were born with our magic, but they were no’ allowed to live.”
Arran’s face was a mask of horror. “Why?”
“Because they went insane from the magic.”
“Damn,” Charon muttered. “So you are the most powerful Druid we have at MacLeod Castle?”
Ramsey wasn’t about to point out that Charon had said “we.” This came from a Warrior who had kept clear of the MacLeods until this final battle with Deirdre.
“I am. Despite Deirdre’s magic, I believe the Torrachilty Druids could have ended her centuries ago.”
“Why did they no’?”
“That’s what I’d like to know.”
Arran tossed the empty Coke can in the garbage. “I say we begin to look. I’m as curious as you to know what happened to such a powerful group of Druids. My first thought is Deirdre, but you never know.”
Ramsey shifted from foot to foot and looked at the castle. “First, let’s focus on Tara and Declan.”
The sound of a chair scooting back on the floor drew Ramsey’s attention. Charon stood and met his gaze for several long moments.
“Let me talk to Tara,” Charon said.
The idea of a man, any man, whether mortal or Warrior, alone with Tara made Ramsey’s hackles rise. But they needed to convince Tara not to fight them, and if Charon or Arran was able to do so, then Ramsey wasn’t going to object.
“All right.”
Charon gave a nod before he stalked from the house.
Arran moved up beside Ramsey and said, “If he fails, I’ll try talking to Tara. She may no’ like us, but in the end, we just need her to be cooperative.”
The problem was, Ramsey wanted her much more than cooperative. He wanted her as she had been the day before—flirting and looking at him as if she couldn’t stop staring.
But that was long gone.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
MacLeod Castle
Galen faced the people that were now his family as they stared at him around the long table in the great hall. Ten Warriors, including the lone female Warrior and Fallon’s wife, Larena, as well as eleven Druids waited for him to speak.
It was Reaghan who touched his hand and gave him an encouraging smile. His wife had helped him do the research on the Torrachilty Druids and compile the information.
“We’re not nearly done with looking through the information on the Torrachilty Druids,” Reaghan said. “However, we thought it important to share with everyone what we have learned so far.”
Quinn, the youngest MacLeod brother, leaned a forearm on the table and asked, “Is there that much information?”
“Surprisingly, aye,” Galen answered. “Thanks to Saffron’s connections we were able to look over scanned pages from ancient texts that many doona even know exist.”
Saffron looked around the table. “In other words, these books are highly prized and once bought are never sold again. They don’t see a museum, and are kept in controlled environments where no one touches a page with their bare hands. They wouldn’t even allow me to see the books myself, but they did offer to scan some pages to help us.”
“Thank them for us,” Fallon said.
“They’ve been well thanked,” Camdyn, Saffron’s husband, muttered.
There was a chorus of chuckles because everyone knew Saffron had sent over a case of Cristal champagne and a box of Macanudo cigars to the owners of the book.
Galen was thankful that someone like Saffron, a multimillionaire, had the connections and the wherewithal to get them the information they otherwise would have had to steal.
“What did you discover?” Hayden asked.
Galen looked at his fellow Warrior and shifted in his seat. “The Torrachilty Druids were wiped out by Deirdre.”
“Damn,” Broc swore, and shook his head.
Logan raised hazel eyes to Galen and asked, “All at once as Deirdre did the MacLeod clan?”
“No,” Reaghan answered. “It appears as if the males left Torrachilty Forest a few at
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