Awaken the Highland Warrior

“And I’ve dreamt of you.”

Sorcha smiled, and again he felt like he should apologize to Bree. This wouldn’t do. He’d done nothing wrong. He had no ties on Bree and she had none on him, regardless what his body screamed. Just lust, he thought, then wondered why he didn’t feel the same pull for this attractive woman standing too close to him, looking like she wanted to make him her next meal.

“What kind of dreams?” he asked, immediately regretting his question.

Sorcha’s eyes flashed and her lips tilted.

“Stop with your silly grins and tell him what he wants to know,” Duncan said.

He was a good foot taller, but Sorcha managed to look down her nose at him. “I’ve had them for weeks now,” she told Faelan. “Dreams of destruction and mayhem. And a key. The key.” She frowned. “There’s danger in that key yet. Keep it safe.” She started to tremble, then gave him a coy smile, and he decided she must have been wiggling her body at him. “Then, there were the handsome men.”

Duncan ground his teeth together.

What kind of woman behaved so brazen in a crowd?

“Russell is handsome,” Bree said, giving her wine glass a puzzled look before she took another sip.

Faelan’s hands clenched. Russell was a demon, for God’s sake. She ought to stop talking about him like he was a man.

“Good grief.” Bree giggled, looking from Faelan to Duncan, who stood next to him, still glowering at the audacious redhead. “Look at those frowns. You two could be brothers.” She set her glass down, and Faelan saw Brodie slip around and refill it, wearing a sly grin. Faelan would’ve been worried the warrior was trying to get her drunk and take advantage of her, but he’d seen Brodie doing it to several others as well, female and male. A prankster. Probably descended from Ian.

“There, even the lass sees the resemblance,” Sean told his son.

Like Isabel and Bree, Faelan thought, who looked the same but were a century apart.

“Who’s Russell?” Sorcha asked.

“That’s the human name we think Druan is using now,” Faelan said. “We’re not sure if he knows I’ve been freed, so we might have the element of surprise. But there’s not much time. He’s trying to find the key. I don’t know why the disease hasn’t been released.”

“I may know something about that,” Sean said, and the room fell quiet.

Faelan looked around the room. “Is it safe to speak of such things?”

“We’re all family. Bound by blood and oath, and Bree brought you to us, so I think that makes it acceptable for her to be here.”

Family. Not Tavis, Ian, Alana, or his parents, but born of them, carrying their blood. He wasn’t completely lost.

“We all knew the legend,” Sean said, “but most believed it a myth, like dragons and such, but I heard stories from my father and my grandfather when I was a wee lad, when they thought I was fast asleep. Your brothers, they went to help you.” He paused, and not a sound could be heard in the room. “And they found you.”

Faelan’s breath felt like a gust of wind trying to squeeze through a hole too small. “My brothers found the time vault? They came?”

“Aye. A storm had delayed them. The Seeker who traveled with them found the time vault, but it was buried in a field. They didn’t know if you were alive or dead. They had to hide you, but the time vault couldn’t be moved far. My grandfather spoke of a graveyard nearby and how Tavis secured an empty crypt from a man named Belville.”

“Belville? That was my great-great-grandfather’s last name,” Bree said, her face flushed from her wine.

“Frederick Belville?”

“Yes.”

“Blimey. Then you must be Emily’s granddaughter.”

“You knew my grandmother?”

“Met her once. Last year Coira and I went to look for the key. The time vault was ready to be opened, and the Council was anxious. We suspected Druan had something planned, but without the key there was no way to bring Faelan and his talisman back. Your grandmother invited us to stay, but Coira got ill, and we had to leave. To think we were so close to the key.” Earlier, Bree had told them about finding it on the mantel. “No use fretting about it now. Things usually work out as they’re meant to. How is your grandmother?”

“She died a few months ago. Cancer.”

“I’m sorry lass. I am. She was a kind soul.”

“Did she know why you were there?” Bree asked.

“No. We couldn’t share that.”

“If my brothers put me in the crypt, then they didn’t battle Druan.”

“No.” Sean paused. “They didn’t battle Druan. But they couldn’t find the key. Tavis captured one of the demon’s minions, and he told them who’d held the key that night. They found the halfling, but he said he lost it when he left the place. He was hoping Druan would forget about it over the years. He offered to show them the trail if they wouldn’t tell Druan he lost it. They agreed, but the key couldn’t be found. It had vanished. Even the Seeker couldn’t find it. Your brothers didn’t know about the virus—that’s what Druan had created—until they ran into one of the other warriors who’d gotten your message. Your brothers used their wits. They couldn’t destroy Druan or his virus, since your talisman was locked in the time vault, but they did the next best thing. They decided to kill the demon’s