“And why would she want Galen dead?” Logan asked.
Reaghan raised her eyes to Galen. His brow was puckered and his jaw clenched. He looked at Mairi’s body as if she could somehow tell him why she had tried to kill him.
Suddenly he rose and squatted beside her. “She’s not dead yet,” he murmured.
Reaghan took a step forward when she realized what he was going to do. “Galen, nay!”
But it was too late. He placed his hand on Mairi and closed his eyes.
Everyone in the hall waited with bated breath until his eyes snapped open and he stood. Reaghan started toward him when she saw how pale he was, how his eyes couldn’t focus.
She reached him before anyone else and wrapped her arms around his back. “You need to sit.”
He nodded and swallowed, his breathing ragged and harsh, as if it pained his body to inhale. The fact he leaned his weight onto her told Reaghan he was weaker than she had first thought.
Hayden reached his hands out to help Galen sit but Reaghan quickly said, “Nay. Let him recover before you touch him.”
“I’m sorry.” Hayden jerked his hands away and backed up a step. “How can we help?”
“Water. He needs water.” Reaghan reached down and tore a strip off the hem of her chemise. She wiped the sweat from Galen’s brow, her heart in her throat.
His eyes were closed, his hands fisted as they lay on the table. He shook, and his skin had taken on a waxy look. The more he sat without speaking the more apprehensive she became.
As soon as Larena handed her a goblet of water Reaghan lifted it to Galen’s lips. “Drink for me,” she urged him.
He parted his lips and let her pour some of the cool liquid into his mouth. Once he swallowed, she gave him more. Little by little he drained the goblet until nothing was left.
“Reaghan,” he whispered.
She set aside the goblet and wiped at his brow again. “I’m here.”
Ramsey sat opposite Galen and glared, though Reaghan saw the worry reflected in Ramsey’s silver eyes. “Galen, you fool. Why did you take such a risk?”
“Had to,” Galen murmured.
Reaghan laid his head on her shoulder. “Nay, you didn’t.”
“Can you talk?” Lucan asked.
Reaghan frowned. “It can wait. He needs to lie down.”
“Nay,” Galen said, and covered her hand with his large one. He lifted his head and took in a shuddering breath. “Lucan is right. I need to tell everyone what I saw.”
Reaghan was pleased to see Galen’s color was returning. But it was his eyes that caused her heart to plummet to her feet. He had seen something, felt something, that had wrenched out a piece of his soul.
“Galen.”
He smiled, though it didn’t reach his eyes. His hand lifted and he ran his fingers along her cheek. “It had to be done.”
Her breath locked in her lungs at his touch. How she had missed his warmth, his strength. She had been such a fool to stay away from him.
Galen dropped his hand and slowly rose to his feet. If he continued to touch Reaghan he would pull her into his arms and kiss her. He barely had the strength to continue to hold himself up, and there were things he had to tell the others. “I did manage to see something in Mairi’s mind.”
“Why?” Ramsey asked. “Why would you try such a thing?”
Galen turned his gaze to his friend. “No one else could.”
“That doesna mean you risk your life,” Hayden said.
Arran shook his head, his arms crossed over his chest. “Foolish, just as Ramsey said, but it was also brave.”
“Aye,” Duncan and Ian replied in unison.
Galen wanted to laugh. Brave? Nay. His concern had been for Reaghan and his family at the castle.
“What did you see?” Quinn asked.
Galen forced his body to remain standing though his legs shook like a newborn colt’s. He hadn’t been this weak since he had controlled the soldier’s mind decades ago. “Deirdre, just as we suspected. I’m willing to guess she managed to discover the Druids hid the artifact.”
“And that the artifact is here,” Fallon ground out. “Shite. That’s why she wanted the Druids to leave.”
Ian ran his hand back and forth over the top of his shorn hair. “That still doesna explain why she wanted Galen dead.”
“It has to do with me, doesn’t it?” Reaghan said.
Galen closed his eyes, wishing with all his heart the artifact were anyone but Reaghan.
“You were the only Druid who had made a connection with a Warrior. Couple that with the fact you are the artifact and it’s no wonder she went after Galen,” Odara said.
After a moment Reaghan swallowed and folded her hands in her lap. “This is just another reason for me to try and find a way to break the spell.”
Galen wanted to fold Reaghan in his arms, to protect her forever.
“It nearly killed you, didn’t it?” Broc asked him.
Galen leaned on the table as his strength waned. “I had to look deeper than I have before. That is all.”
Logan let out a string of curses and slammed his hand on the table. “God’s blood, Galen, you cannot lie to us. You nearly killed yourself gaining that bit of information, information we could have guessed.”
“Maybe,” Galen said, and lifted his head to look at Logan. “But we couldn’t have guessed that Deirdre is sending the MacClures to attack us.”
“By the saints,” Cara whispered as she buried her head in Lucan’s chest.
Camdyn leaned across the twins. “How do you know such a thing?”
Galen licked his lips, his mouth and throat parched. He reached for the ewer of water, but his arm shook so much he couldn’t pour it.
Reaghan took it from him and filled the goblet. Galen then lowered himself back onto the bench and drank. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand when he finished.
Just thinking about what he had managed to do left him shaken, his soul scarred. It had taken more of his power than any of them could have guessed.
Delving into Mairi’s mind hadn’t been the problem. It had been letting go. Deirdre’s hold on the elder had been complete. The wickedness which swarmed Mairi had tried to suck him in as well.
Being near such malevolence and willingly using his god to seek answers was not something he had ever done. Or something he ever wanted to repeat. Yet, he would do it all again if it meant Reaghan could be safe.
“I felt Deirdre in Mairi’s mind. It was as if Deirdre had scraped Mairi’s brain, leaving marks much like our claws would. The evil was everywhere. As soon as I sensed Deirdre I followed her, and somehow the next thing I knew, I saw a glimpse of her mind.”
“Holy hell,” Quinn murmured.
“I saw her plan for the MacClures to attack us,” Galen said, suppressing the shudder that racked his body at touching Deirdre’s mind. “They have already gathered their men.”
Fallon linked his hand with Larena’s. “Galen, I doona know how you did it, and I doona want you doing it again, but I’m grateful for your power. We can prepare and be ready.”
“The MacClures won’t get through my shield,” Isla said. “They will do as anyone without magic and continue on.”
Galen wished she were correct. “Wyrran are with them.”
“It fooled the wyrran before,” Ian said.
Isla grimaced. “That was before Deirdre knew I was here. Now that she does, my shield won’t stop the wyrran. It will slow them, though.”
“That’s all we need,” Camdyn ground out.
Galen wiped his hand down his face. His strength was returning, but more slowly than he would have liked. He needed to be ready for battle. As it was, he was useless.
Sonya pointed to the door as she said, “There are Druids out there who are in danger.”
