against me? You’d lose.”
“Want to try me?” Rennie knew she shouldn’t have challenged Harriet, but she couldn’t help herself. The woman seriously needed to be brought down a peg or three.
Harriet placed her hands on either side of the narrow tunnel and glared at Rennie. “Do you even know what’s inside that chamber?”
“Do you?” Rennie wasn’t about to let on that she had just discovered the chamber and had no idea what was inside it. Whatever Harriet wanted, Rennie was prepared to do anything to keep it from her.
Harriet’s slow smile sent chills of foreboding down Rennie’s spine. “I certainly do. It’s priceless.”
“You’ll never get inside to get it, and I’ll never give it to you. You’re just shit outta luck.” With every word Rennie could feel her confidence and faith in herself and her magic grow.
“You think because I can’t get inside it means that I can’t harm you?” Harriet made a tsking sound. “How very pathetic you are.”
Rennie stood, her magic rushing to fill her palms when Harriet shrieked and let loose a lob of magic. It hit Rennie in the gut, doubling her over.
The pain was staggering as it vibrated throughout her entire body. Before she could contain the ache, several rounds of magic struck her, sending her spinning as she struggled to stay on her feet.
So much for her growing confidence. Harriet had quickly set her back to square one, but Rennie wasn’t about to give up. Dale had conviction in her, as did the ancients.
Rennie’s legs wouldn’t work properly, but she refused to go down. Somehow she managed to make it to the wall where she propped herself up.
She drew her magic into her palms once more and flung up her hands as the balls of magic shot toward Harriet. Because Harriet wasn’t expecting them, the two blasts pelted her—one in the neck, the other in her abdomen.
In a blink, Dale was by her side. “Rennie.”
“It’s just pain,” she said as she welcomed his touch. “It’ll go away.”
“She could kill you,” he whispered harshly.
Rennie looked into his green Warrior eyes, but before she could respond, he spun them away just as a blast of magic hit the wall where she had been.
She quickly sent off a round at Harriet while Dale kept her moving. It was working perfectly. That in itself should have told Rennie it wouldn’t last.
One round of magic from Harriet sent Rennie falling to the side as Dale was unceremoniously brought to his knees. Rennie looked to find him with his claws sunk deep in his chest, a low rumbling growl full of fury and reckoning filling the chamber.
Rennie jumped to her feet and tried to rush to him while keeping Harriet occupied dodging blasts of magic. She reached Dale, but no matter how Rennie tugged, she couldn’t pull his claws from his chest.
His eyes silently beseeched her to leave him. As if she would. Rennie called up her magic and pressed her hands against him as she poured it into him.
Dale was blinded by the pure beauty of her magic, as it filled him and chased away Harriet’s hold, giving him the ability to pull his claws from his body. He was filled with uncontrollable desire as his cock hardened painfully, the need and craving for Rennie overwhelming. He wanted nothing more than to pull Rennie into his arms, but there was evil about.
His gaze moved to Harriet in time to see her send a ball of magic at Rennie. Rennie screamed in agony—the sound echoing in his head—as she fell to the ground as silent as death.
Dale bent over her feeling for a pulse. He found one, but it was faint. She had used her magic for him, and in the process left herself defenseless. He had brought evil to her, just as he’d feared he would. With a roar, he stood and faced Harriet.
“She’s not dead. Yet,” Harriet said. “I can ensure that she is.”
“Even if she’s dead you willna get inside.”
“No, I don’t expect I will.” She absently knocked her palm against her leg several times. “You must care for her very much.”
Dale knew where this was headed. “Let’s cut to the chase, shall we? What do you want?”
“I want what’s hidden inside that cavern.”
Dale threw back his head and barked with laughter. “You doona know what you search for. How then do you know it’s here?”
“It’s here. It’s always been here,” she ground out angrily. “My family has spoken of it for generations. Every Druid on Coll knew the MacBeths had something to make their magic stronger.”
“And you think it’s an item?”
“I know it is.”
Dale spread his arms wide. “I doona see anything.”
“You need to look, idiot.”
He dropped his arms and gave a firm shake of his head. “No’ going to happen.”
“If you want Rennie to walk out of that chamber alive, you will.”
Anger, sharp and true, shot through him. His hands itched to wrap around her neck and squeeze. “You wouldna dare.”
“Oh, I would. I’ve spent years buying up all the land the stupid MacBeths sold over generations. I tried to be reasonable with Rennie and offer her more than this place was worth, but nothing I did convinced her to sell. She left me little option.”
Dale could see the truth in her eyes. Harriet would kill Rennie if he didn’t do as she wanted. “How did you know of the chamber?”
“One of the MacBeths told my great-great-great grandfather after a night of drinking. I’ve known the location for some time, and no matter how many times I’ve come, I’ve never been able to get below. Until today. I gather that’s because Rennie is here.”
Dale clenched his teeth as he went through his choices, which were very few indeed.
“Now, Dale, be a sweetheart and find me what I’m looking for before I kill Rennie,” she said and held out her hand as a ball of magic appeared.
When he hesitated, she cocked her head to the side and made as if to throw the magic at Rennie. That’s all it took to get him moving.
Chapter Ten
Dale walked around the chamber finding nothing. He supposed it could be buried beneath all the stone. The chamber had been built by Druids. The only real prize in the cavern was Rennie.
The realization slammed into him like a tidal wave. Rennie was the treasure Harriet searched for. How had he missed that? Rennie’s increased magic, the destiny the ancients spoke of, and even the writing on the wall by her ancestors—it was all for Rennie.
Since Harriet didn’t know how much magic Rennie had, or that the chamber had been waiting for her, it could be used to his advantage.
Dale glanced down at his wounds and realized they hadn’t healed yet. Blood seeped down his chest in thick rivulets. It was enough to cause him concern. Was it the MacBeth ancestors punishing him for being in their holy place? Was it the remnants of the selmyr bites?
Or was it Harriet’s magic?
“You aren’t moving very fast,” Harriet said irritably.
Dale glanced at her. “I doona know what I’m looking for. If I’m too hasty I might overlook it.”
Harriet sighed dramatically. “Just hurry.”
“Why do you want this object anyway?”
“Why does any Druid want more magic? I want to use it.”
He clenched his jaw at her condescending tone. How he was coming to hate the woman. But no matter how
