Dale sunk his claws that sprouted, unbidden, from his fingers when the magic overtook him, surrounded him. It felt … beautiful. And the power of it was nothing like he had experienced in his dreams. The closer he had gotten to Coll the stronger it had grown.
Once on Coll, the Druid’s magic had subdued everything else until all he could feel, all he could think about was her magic. It sizzled over him like a current of warmth, bright and hot.
He had known it was her when she drove up, and though he tried to get a look at her, he could tell nothing with the thick coat, hat, and scarf. So, he hunkered down in the snowbank and watched the woman, taken completely aback at his visceral reaction to her.
Need pounded ruthlessly, relentlessly within him for one woman—the Druid. He fought to stay hidden instead of taking her in his arms and discovering what she looked like as well as learning her taste as he kissed her at his leisure.
Fortunately, the Druid had been so intent on the cattle and the storm that she hadn’t noticed him, which was just as he wanted it until he could get himself under control.
His reaction to her had been instant and astonishing. Every fiber of his being was locked on the Druid. He was rooted to the spot, watching her and learning her. Her magic felt as soft as a cloud, as clean as a summer’s rain, and as beautiful as a clear midnight sky.
His thoughts halted as she hefted the calf next to its mother. A second later she began to climb up when she suddenly fell backward.
Dale’s body jerked when he heard her grunt as she landed. And then nothing. He counted to five before he jumped up from his hiding place and ran to her, panic making his heart pound in his chest. He couldn’t have finally found her only to lose her.
He spotted the ice-covered stone she’d slipped on, but it was the angle of her body as she lay amid the rocks and snow that caused his anxiety to ratchet up several notches.
Dale hunkered next to her once he saw she was unconscious. He reached for her, pulling her body into his arms to protect her, but also because he had to have her close. No sooner did he have her cradled against him then he staggered back, nearly losing his footing, as images flashed in his mind—images of him.
Him with graying hair.
Him bent with age and using a cane as his other hand was entwined with another.
Him sitting on a porch holding a wrinkled, aged hand in his own.
Dale gave his head a vicious shake and stared at the Druid. She had given him those visions. He knew it. But why? He was a Warrior so would never grow old. Were these visions of the life he could have led had Jason Wallace not found him?
Or were the visions something else? He had to know. And now that he had found the Druid who had somehow summoned him, he wasn’t going anywhere.
Dale held her tighter as he climbed up the incline toward the house, herding the last cow and her calf in the process. He couldn’t dismiss a kernel of satisfaction at finally discovering the source of the magic that had lured him to Coll.
He couldn’t dismiss the anxiety that it was somehow a trap, but then he would feel another wave of her magic, and he knew that nothing that felt as good as she did had anything to do with evil. Wickedness might be able to disguise itself, but there was a darkness and a stench that was always there.
The Druid had never been touched by evil. Of that he was certain.
Dale brought the Druid into the house and laid her on the sofa where a silver tabby quickly jumped up on the arm of the couch and stared at him with large, unblinking green eyes.
“Going to make sure I doona take advantage of your mistress, aye?” he asked the cat as he removed the Druid’s scarf.
When he took off her hat, a wealth of hair so dark brown it was almost black came spilling out in long waves of silk. As much as he wanted to touch her hair, he hurried to take off her coat and boots before he checked for injuries.
When he found none, he sat on the small stool and finally looked at the Druid. For several seconds, he simply stared at the beauty before him, then he ran the back of his fingers down her cheek to her jaw.
She was more than beautiful, she was ravishing. Utterly captivating, completely enthralling.
Simply breathtaking.
Her oval face held not an ounce of makeup to mar her unblemished creamy skin. High cheekbones added to her beauty, but it was her full, dusky-pink lips that kept drawing his gaze. Dale wondered what color her eyes were as he held a lock of hair between his fingers.
He couldn’t stop touching her, and the more he did, the more he wanted, needed … craved. Her skin was as soft as down, begging for a caress. He shook himself and moved to a chair as far from her as he could manage. Then he contemplated what he would say to her when she awoke.
Dale closed his eyes and drank in the feel of her amazing magic. It was so different than what he had lived with before that he could almost think her magic could wash away his sins. It was ballocks, but it was a nice thought.
No longer did he try to push away the raging need her magic brought. Now, he welcomed it, greeted it with open arms.
And the sheer force of it took his breath away.
He turned his thoughts to the visions he had been given and how he had seen himself growing older in them. That alone had made his heart skip a beat. All he could hope for was that the Druid would know what the visions meant—and how they affected him.
Rennie woke and immediately grabbed her head as pain exploded.
“Easy,” said a deep voice.
She stilled, her heart pounding erratically at the sound of that sexy voice. There was a man in her house. Rennie slowly opened her eyes to see him sitting opposite her, watching her with dark, hooded eyes. His bushy beard hid most of his face and mouth, but she saw the intelligence and aloofness in his gaze.
He suddenly ran a hand through his hair, as if her staring rattled him. Which was good since he certainly flustered her.
She couldn’t look away from him. He might be sitting down, but by the width of his shoulders and the confidence that oozed off him in waves, he filled up the space.
His large hands rested casually on the arms of the chair, and though he appeared calm, there was a tenseness about him that said he was ready for anything.
Rennie’s gaze took in the bulge of sinew along his chest and arms and there was no doubt he would most likely win against anything that dared to threaten him.
“You fell,” he said into the silence. “I was walking by and saw. When you didna rise, I came to check on you and found you unconscious.”
Rennie remembered freeing the calf and trying to climb up, but then nothing after that. She must have hit her head when she fell. Rennie rolled to her side and sat up, noticing how Felix couldn’t take his eyes from the man.
“Thank you,” Rennie finally said. “It’s quite a storm we’re going to have. You’re welcome to remain until it passes.”
The man’s head cocked to the side. “You’re American?”
“Yes. My aunt left me this house when she died. I came to sell it, but once here, I couldn’t leave.” She wasn’t sure why she had told him that. She didn’t even know his name. Rennie cleared her throat. “I’m Rennie, by the way. Rennie MacBeth.”
“Dale Alexander,” he answered.
She licked her lips then pointed to the cat. “This is Felix.”
When Dale didn’t respond, Rennie rose and found some aspirin that she quickly took. She stood in the doorway of the kitchen and regarded Dale.
“You’re new to Coll, aren’t you?”
“Aye.”
