He couldn’t help but wonder if it would ever be there again.
Aiden leaned back in his chair and looked at the ceiling. The shock from what Fallon had told them of Larena still left him reeling.
Any joy he felt at Britt making headway in countering Wallace’s X90 bullets came to a screeching halt, leaving him cold and furious.
So many had been lost in their battles. Duncan, Braden, Fiona. Malcolm and Charon had come close to dying. Larena had died.
Now they had discovered that while magic might have brought her back, the
Britt threw the pencil she’d been holding across the room. It bounced off the stone wall to land with a quiet brush on the rug.
She slid off the stool and shoved the piles of paper beside her off the table and onto the floor. They scattered, floating upon the air as if her anger couldn’t touch them.
Aiden rushed to her. He wrapped his arms around her as he stood behind her. “It’s all right.”
“No,” she said with a sniff. “It isn’t. Time is running out for us, Aiden. I can feel it, and I don’t even have any magic.”
He turned her to face him and smoothed her blond hair away from her face to look into her blue eyes. “Then we’ll work until we do run out of time. My parents, my aunts and uncles, didna put their life on hold to give up now. No one is giving up.”
“If Larena would’ve told us sooner,” Britt said and closed her eyes.
Aiden pulled her against him so that her head rested on his chest. He held her close, because he couldn’t help but wonder when things were going to come crashing down around them.
No amount of magic, no amount of Warrior strength could help Larena. The Druids had been with her all day to no avail. How they missed something was wrong he couldn’t begin to guess.
Everyone, including himself, had assumed she hadn’t been herself because she didn’t want to wait to start a family anymore. Now they knew the truth.
The castle stones that had always seemed so alive and vibrant now seemed dull and lifeless. Magic lived and breathed through the very stones and earth surrounding the castle. But even the magic seemed to shrink away in fear of what was coming.
“I don’t know what to do,” Britt said.
“Neither do I. All we can do is stay on course. If Wallace attacks, let’s have something to use against him he willna see coming.”
Britt lifted her beautiful tear-streaked face. Her lashes were spiky from crying, but she inhaled deeply and squared her shoulders. “You’re right. I’ll only be in the way during a battle, but I can help in other ways. It’s just … it’s your aunt.”
“Larena and Fallon will get through this. Larena is a fighter. She wouldna have a goddess inside her if she wasna. Fallon would walk through Hell itself for her. Doona underestimate their love.”
A ghost of a smile tugged at Britt’s lips. “Let’s not forget Lucan and Cara or Quinn and Marcail.”
Aiden grunted at the mention of his parents. “As soon as Dad leaves the room, Mum will take Larena’s emotions.”
“That makes Marcail ill.”
“Which is why Dad will stay with her as much as he can.”
“Your mother is smart. She’ll figure out a way.”
Aiden knew it without a doubt. He didn’t stop Britt when she stepped out of his arms and bent to pick up the papers. The smile he directed at Britt was to help her. There was nothing that could help him, not until Jason Wallace was dead.
Wallace’s magic was strong, but Aiden had never expected it to tear them all apart. But it was. Slowly, deliberately.
Intentionally.
Aiden might have chafed under the watchful eye of all the Warriors and Druids while he grew into manhood. He might have fought against the need to strike out on his own for the four centuries he watched time move without him.
Yet MacLeod Castle was his home. The people inside it his family. Wallace couldn’t win. After everything they had sacrificed it seemed too cruel for Wallace to win.
“Aiden?”
He looked at Britt to find her blue eyes watching him intently as she knelt on the floor, the papers in her hands. “Aye?”
“I’ll find out what’s wrong with Larena. Just as I will finish this work on the X90s. I won’t let you down.”
He pulled her up and into his arms. Then he claimed her mouth in a kiss that was savage and fierce. His blood sang with the need to bury himself in her. “And that is just one of the thousands of reasons I love you.”
“You always know what to say, Aiden MacLeod,” she said with her eyes unfocused and her lips swollen. “Kiss me again.”
Aiden quickly complied.
* * *
Phelan stepped out of the bathroom toweling off his hair to find Aisley asleep. He smiled when he saw she was listening to her iPod. It shouldn’t have surprised him.
He dropped the towel and walked naked to the bed. They’d be leaving early. It was probably wise to let her sleep regardless of how much he wanted her.
With gentle hands he removed her shoes and shifted her so that her head rested on the pillow. For several minutes he simply stared at her.
He might have enjoyed the women he shared his body with over the years. He knew he’d more than liked having them in his arms. Not once had he wanted them around after the pleasure was done. He hadn’t wanted to hurt them, which was why he always left while they slept.
What was it about Aisley that changed his way of thinking? He needed to know. The why of it he understood. She scared the shit out of him.
For a woman to touch him so deeply was a once-in-an-eternity deal. Aisley could be his mate, the one woman in all the lifetimes who was meant for him.
He wanted to be with her. But a part of him, the part that was unsure of the feelings assaulting him, wondered why he was still near her.
A Druid. He had not only been with the same woman for several days now, but with a Druid. At one time he considered all Druids worthy of nothing but death.
Charon had set him right. Good thing, too, or he’d have missed out on Aisley.
Phelan glanced out the window to see the rain. He dressed and quietly left the room. There were things he needed to get before they set out for the Cuillins in the morning.
As soon as he reached the lobby he felt it. Magic. Druid magic. He slowed his steps and searched the room. Whoever it was wasn’t in the hotel. Outside perhaps?
It was the same magic he’d felt a brush of earlier when he and Aisley stopped to eat after the ferry. Phelan had searched but never found the Druid.
“Following me, aye?” he whispered to himself.
Phelan ignored the rain as he walked out of the hotel and down the street to the shops. Some had already closed. He reached one just as the young woman was turning the lock. Phelan flashed her a smile, and she twisted her wrist the other way.
“I just need a few things,” Phelan said when she opened the door for him.
She smiled, showing dimples in both cheeks. “Of course. Anything I can help you with?”
“Actually, you can.”
* * *
Aisley woke to the smell of hot tea. She cracked open an eye and cringed when she saw Phelan dressed and smiling as he held the cup of tea out to her.
“I need a few more hours,” she said and threw an arm over her eyes.
