Awaken the Highland Warrior

“ID?”

“Identification. Proof of who you are. We’re big on that in this century. If we go to the hospital, I’ll have to tell them you’re homeless.” If he stayed long, she’d have to get him a fake ID.

“I am homeless.”

“Be glad you’re sleeping in a bed and not a crypt.”

He gave her a wry smile. “What happened to your shoulder?”

“A wall collapsed in the chapel. A stone hit me.”

“That’s how your great-great-grandfather died,” he said, looking like a knight who’d failed to slay his damsel’s dragon. “I can take a look at it for you.”

“It’s fine.” The last thing she needed was those hands on her. She was already dying from his scent. It must be the rush that came from cheating death. Nothing like sexual energy to prove you were alive. “You’ve had a cut on this arm before. Another demon?”

Pain flickered over his face. “A long time ago.”

“Peter called. He wants to ask you some questions. I think he suspects you were involved in that man’s death.”

“What did you tell him?”

“That you were gone. He wants your phone number and address.”

“Do you think I killed that man?” Faelan asked quietly.

“I think those things in the chapel did. But I think it’s time you told me who you are and why you were buried in my crypt.”

Chapter 12

Faelan looked at Bree, expectantly waiting, face smudged with dirt, hair a mess, like she’d been rolling on the ground. She deserved some answers after all she’d done for him, and he was bloody tired of lying.

“I’m Faelan Connor, warrior of the Connor Clan of Scotland, as my brothers were, and my father before us, and his father before him. Since the beginning of time our assignment has been the same… to protect humanity from demons.”

“Scotland… since the beginning of time…” Her eyes danced.

Any other woman would have been sniffing smelling salts.

“This is incredible. I thought you had a bit of a brogue. Are there many warriors? Where do they come from? How come the world doesn’t know about this?”

He groaned. “You need answers like everybody else needs air.”

“You can’t expect me to see what I did and not have questions.”

She already knew too much. She’d read part of his clan’s Book of Battles, something no one was permitted to do except the Keeper. Faelan considered asking if she’d seen his name, or his brothers. Had they survived their duty to have families, find love? Or had they arrived and faced four ancient demons alone? Certain death. But even asking would’ve broken the rules, and rules had to be protected, although Bree didn’t seem governed by them. Like making a halfling disappear, something only a warrior could do. Michael must have intervened.

“There were many warriors before. I don’t know about now.” He didn’t understand why the world hadn’t been destroyed, but if there were humans, there must be warriors. Humans couldn’t exist without them. “The world doesn’t know about us because we’ve bled and died to keep it that way. The secret must be protected at all costs.”

She took a step back, clutching the roll of gauze. “Don’t tell me you have to kill me.”

He gave her his warrior stare. “Not yet.” But there was a time when she would have been killed because of the knowledge she held. If she wasn’t who she claimed to be, it would still have to be done.

“Just remember, if not for me you’d still be in the time vault. How did you get inside?”

“Druan—”

“You mentioned his name in your sleep. Was he the one in the chapel?”

“He makes the one in the chapel look like an angel. Druan’s been around for a long time.”

“You think he locked you in there?”

“I know he did.” Faelan sighed, knowing he’d have to tell her the whole tale. Most of it anyway. “I was sent to America to suspend Druan, but I couldn’t find him. I knew he had a lair nearby, but it was well hidden. Demons are cunning, especially the ancient ones. They don’t live to be the age they do by being dim-witted. I met Grog in a tavern. Called himself Greg. He’d heard I was looking for Jeremiah, that’s the name Druan was using. Grog claimed he held a grudge against Jeremiah; said he could take me to him. Bastard. I should’ve realized Grog was a demon.”

“You went after this demon alone?”

“I brought warriors with me, but I sent them to track down Druan’s minions. My brothers were supposed to be coming behind me, but I couldn’t wait any longer.”

“Your brothers were warriors?”

“Aye. Strong warriors.” And loyal. Unless they lay dying, nothing could’ve kept his brothers from coming to his aid. By sending the other warriors away, he’d likely sent his brothers into a death trap. “When Grog and I got to where Druan was supposed to be, he wasn’t alone. There were a dozen more with him. I was hit from behind. When I woke, I saw you.”

“No wonder you tried to cut off my head. So the amnesia was always a lie?”