You know I speak of Galen.”
Reaghan raised her brows in question. “What about him? He’s a man, something we haven’t had in our village in quite some time. I would think you would want every woman of childbearing age to try and catch his eye.”
“It is true I would like to see more children in our village, but not at your expense.”
Reaghan was taken aback by the elder’s words. “Me? What do I have to do with anything?”
Mairi sighed loudly and took a step closer, shrinking the space between them. “I’m not your mother, but I only want the best for you, as any mother would for her child. That is all.”
“Of course,” Reaghan said and turned toward her cottage. The truth was there in Mairi’s eyes, but it wasn’t the entire truth. “I have herbs to tend to.”
Reaghan shut the door behind her once she was inside her home and leaned back against it. The ache in her chest was so profound, so fierce, she couldn’t catch her breath. What was Mairi keeping from her?
They had always been so close, sharing everything. Or at least Reaghan had assumed they shared everything. How could she have been so wrong?
With a small cry she buried her face in her hands and let the tears come. For long moments her body was racked by sobs, her soul withering more with each tear.
Eventually Reaghan wiped away her tears with the back of her arm and sniffed. She tried to recall anything, any small piece of information or fragment of a memory from the time before she awoke from the fever, but it was as if a wall had been erected in her mind, a wall she couldn’t penetrate, knock down, or climb over.
She should have left as she had intended that morning. She should have kept to her original plan. Instead, she had stayed because of deep blue eyes and a sensual smile that made her stomach flip each time she thought about it.
Reaghan took a deep, quivering breath. It would do her no good to let Mairi know she was upset. Mairi would only ask questions, and Reaghan didn’t want to lie to her, but neither could she tell her the truth. So as soon as she could, Reaghan was leaving.
She had to. Her dreams the night before had been filled with Galen, but also of castles, people, and places that fascinated her. In her dreams she knew these people, intimately knew the castle surrounded by a moat.
Once she awoke, the details of the people and places faded, but they remained in her mind. It only spurred her to find where all this was leading her. She knew in the depths of her soul that the places she dreamed about were real.
Mairi and the other elders knew more about her past, but they wouldn’t tell her. Reaghan knew they thought they were doing that for her own good, and maybe they were. But she needed answers. Answers to the weird images she saw in her dreams, the faces she recognized, and places she saw.
She needed answers to why she was in Loch Awe instead of Foinaven Mountain.
Reaghan sniffed again and started for the table when the pain slammed into her. She doubled over, her head hammering. Nausea rolled viciously in her stomach. She shut her eyes when the room began to spin.
Her knees trembled, and she knew if she didn’t lie down soon, she would fall. Reaghan reached out her arm and tried to feel for the table. Her body tipped forward, but it was empty air, not the edge of the table, her fingers grasped.
Reaghan let out a strangled cry as she landed hard on the floor. Her head, already throbbing, felt as if it were cracking open from the intense and constant pain.
She curled onto her side and knew she had to stay still to quiet her stomach and ease her headache. The pain was blinding. The slightest sound was amplified until her ears rang and it echoed inside her head a hundred times over.
The sunlight that fell through the open shutters and onto her face made her feel as if her eyes were being burned. She used her arm to cover her eyes, but the damage had already been done.
This headache was the worst yet, and she feared they would steadily increase until it killed her.
SIX
Galen would have preferred to keep to himself the rest of the day, but the need for them to earn the Druids’ trust so they could find the artifact and get the Druids to safety had him smiling and talking to all who would venture near him.
He also expected at any moment that one of the elders would make them leave. He wasn’t sure why they hadn’t, but he wasn’t going to question it.
He also wanted to read more of the markings on the stones at the entrance, but he didn’t want anyone seeing him doing it. But everyone continued to be most curious about him and Logan, so much so that he couldn’t take a step without someone watching him.
To his disappointment he never caught another glimpse of Reaghan. He couldn’t help but wonder what she was doing and where she had gone off to. The village wasn’t large, but the thick forest made it simple for a person to hide and remain unseen.
Galen hadn’t learned much through his questioning of the Druids. None knew how to read the markings on the columns, and though they were curious, they were guarded, even silent at times.
They feared for their very lives, which he understood. He wished he could tell them what he was, but if they didn’t trust him now, they surely wouldn’t after that.
He had caught sight of Logan throughout the day. Each time Logan was with a different woman, making her smile, making her laugh. Logan had the women lowering their guard in a way Galen never could. It was Logan’s specialty, and he was a master.
Galen looked at the sky through the thick foliage of the forest, surprised to find the setting sun had turned the sky purple and orange and the deepest red. Despite having to keep his true self from the Druids, he found he enjoyed being around them.
Their magic was soothing and helped to ease the troubles which hounded him relentlessly. Although Galen considered that it could have been the pure majesty of the loch and the forest that eased him.
He couldn’t say which he enjoyed more. He could stare at the loch all day and watch the way the wind played upon the water. The peregrine they had seen the day before must have a nest nearby because it flew over the village several times.
Galen paused to lean against a pine on the edge of the village, the loch visible between two trees. He could just make out the sun glittering on the water, and he found he wanted to see more of it.
He made his way to the water down the steep slope. He halted several paces from the water’s edge and stared, but his gaze wasn’t on the magnificent sunset. It was on Reaghan.
Her beautiful auburn locks were unbound and glowed fiery red in the sunset. The bottom of her gown was soaked as she played in the water with the boy, Braden. Her laughter was pure and musical.
He couldn’t help but smile when she chased after Braden and caught him up in her arms, making him squeal and laugh. She gave Braden a kiss on the cheek and set him down to play again. Before she ran after him a second time, she paused and turned her head to look at Galen.
A slow, sweet smile pulled at her lips, making his blood heat and his body yearn to touch what he could not dare have.
“She’s beautiful, isn’t she?”
Galen turned to his left to find Mairi navigating the slope to stand beside him. “Aye, she is.”
“She is destined for great things.”
He would rather continue to watch Reaghan and Braden, but Mairi made sure she had his full attention. Galen clenched his jaw before he asked, “Why do you tell me this?”
“Because it’s important. You will leave soon. Do not give Reaghan false hope.”
“I would never do that.”
“You don’t think I see the smiles she sends you or the way you watch her? It’s evident you want her.”
