by Donna Grant
“It’s no’ for lack of wanting. I have my reasons.”
“I gather those reasons have to do with your power.”
Galen knew Logan wouldn’t leave the subject alone until he was satisfied with the answers, though Galen was loath to give those answers. “I have to touch someone to see into their minds.”
“Aye. I ken.”
“What you doona know is that unlike most of the Warriors who must allow their god loose to be able to use their power, mine is constant.”
Logan’s hazel eyes narrowed in a frown. “So that is why you doona willingly touch anyone.”
“That is why.”
“I’m sorry, Galen. I had no idea.”
Galen shrugged away his words. He didn’t want anyone pitying him. He had come to terms with his life as best he could. He was destined to face it alone, even though it grew more and more difficult with every Warrior who found a woman to love.
He knew he was destined to watch others find love and happiness, to hold their lover’s hand, to be able to comfort them without releasing their power. That’s when it ate at him the most.
How he envied them. He didn’t begrudge their contentment, but he longed to have a woman of his own.
“Maybe there is a way around it,” Logan offered.
“I’ve tried, Logan. For two hundred and fifty years I’ve sought anything and everything to stop it. Do you think I like reaching for a lover, even just to kiss her, and seeing into her mind? Do you think I like the grief, the misery, the resentment, or the disdain I see? Do you think I enjoy knowing their deepest fears or their greatest regrets?”
Logan’s answer was a whispered, “Nay.”
Galen turned away from his friend. He shouldn’t have let his emotions get away from him. It wasn’t Logan’s fault. He had just been trying to help, but help wasn’t something Galen would ever receive.
“Galen—”
He held up a hand to stop Logan. “I’m the one who should apologize. Sometimes it gets to be too much.”
Like when he saw a woman who stirred his blood and made him want to take her into his arms and kiss her. To touch her body and learn her curves. To reach for an auburn curl and wrap it around his finger.
He walked away before Logan could say more. He needed time alone, time to study the village more. And get his discontent under control.
* * *
Reaghan knew something was wrong by the way Galen held his body, rigid and angry. The regret on Logan’s face was enough to reveal something personal had transpired.
Her curiosity always got the better of her, and she couldn’t help but wonder what had gotten Galen so upset. He seemed the type who was always composed, always in control. The type of man who wouldn’t let his anger get the better of him.
She had spent the majority of the night dreaming of Galen. His cobalt eyes, his long, dark blond hair, and his beautifully muscled body.
It had never occurred to Reaghan that a man could look so good, be so tempting. She had seen her share of men—and women—who traveled by the village on the way to MacIntosh Castle. But none of them could compare to Galen’s rugged perfection.
She decided to follow Galen instead of doing her morning chores. Reaghan had no sooner taken a step than Mairi blocked her path.
“Off somewhere?”
Reaghan wasn’t fooled. The elder knew exactly what she was about, but if Mairi wouldn’t come out and ask then she wouldn’t give the elder the answer she sought. “I thought I would go for a walk.”
“I’ve seen you watching him.”
“Him who?”
Mairi’s brown eyes narrowed, disappointment in every line of her face. “Don’t play coy with me, Reaghan. 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.”
Galen faced the elder and looked into her eyes. “Just because I want something does no’ mean I’ll take it.”
“We know nothing of you or Logan.”
“You allowed us inside your village.”
Mairi smiled slightly. “You have no weapons, and though we are women, it would take some doing for two men to gather all of us.”
Galen blew out a sharp breath. If only Mairi knew the truth … “What is the real reason you doona want me near Reaghan?”
“I’ve told you the truth, Galen. She is destined for great things.”
And Galen knew he was far from great. He would only harm her, and somehow Mairi saw that. He couldn’t blame the elder for wanting to keep Reaghan safe. Galen would do the same in Mairi’s situation.
“Please. I’m begging you. Keep your distance from Reaghan.”
“I will no’ ignore her.”
Mairi bowed her head. “Thank you.”
His enjoyment gone, Galen turned and walked away. He needed to find Logan anyway and see if he had learned anything new.
It was no surprise when he found Logan with another woman. This one had flaxen hair and voluptuous breasts she kept jutting toward Logan’s face.
Logan spotted Galen and nodded in greeting. He said something to the woman, gave her a quick kiss, and made his way to Galen.
“I didna mean to interrupt.”
Logan winked and smiled knowingly. “No harm done.”
Galen could only shake his head. “I’m glad one of us is making headway.”
“Come,” Logan said. “Let us walk.”
They strode side by side deeper into the forest, away from the village. Once they knew no one was near, Logan turned to him. “Did you discover anything?”
“It seems the Druids were curious enough about me to want a closer look. They spoke, and a few answered some questions. No one I talked to knew how to read the pillars,” Galen answered.
“I learned the same. I was able to get a bit more out of a couple of women. These women could do with more Warriors around. They are in desperate need.”
Galen bit back a laugh. “Just tell me what information you gleaned.”
“They are hiding something here. I gather it’s the artifact, but they doona call it by a name. They rarely speak of it, but occasionally they would mention something about the Druids protecting the object.”
“Just what the column stated.”
Logan nodded. “My thoughts exactly. I pressed for more, but the woman quickly stopped talking when she realized she had let that wee bit of information slip.”
“What else?”
“Druids have been leaving the village for some years. What you see is all that’s left. The young men were either killed by wyrran that came sniffing around, were taken by the wyrran, or left on their own accord.”
Galen leaned a shoulder against a tree. “With everyone thinking they are so safe, it will be easy for Deirdre to invade.”
“Aye. I’ve had the same thoughts. The magic here is old, but the Druids themselves have little magic. They will be no match for the wyrran.”
Galen growled at the mention of wyrran. “Unless Deirdre comes herself. She could have found another Druid and already used magic to return her form. In which case she’ll be coming here herself.”
“Shite.”
“I’d hate to return empty-handed to the castle, but unless we make some headway soon, I imagine we’ll be asked to leave.”
Logan quirked an eyebrow. “I’m surprised they have no’ already asked.”
“I expect it will come with the dawn. Mairi warned me away from Reaghan.”
Logan grunted and rolled his eyes. “I’ve noticed Mairi doesna allow Reaghan out of sight for long. I’m no’ sure what Reaghan has done to have that kind of attention, but it would make me daft.”
“Interesting. I didna realize Mairi watched her so. There is a deep bond between them that’s evident.” Galen scratched his jaw and frowned. “But when we came upon Reaghan yesterday she was alone.”
“True enough. It didna take the elders long to locate her, though.”
Galen shifted and put his entire back against the tree. “Do you think the artifact could be on Reaghan? Maybe a pendant or something?”
“I doona think so. For some reason it appears as though they treat Reaghan as if she’s the most precious thing in the world.”
“I wonder if it has anything to do with the fever they helped heal her from.”
“Could be,” Logan said. “If we doona know what the artifact is, we cannot just take it.”
Galen grimaced. “I do
ona think we should steal it even if we know what it is.”
“It’s Deirdre we’re talking about, Galen. If this could end it all, wouldn’t you take that chance?”
“Aye,” Galen said with a sigh. He knew Logan was right, though he hoped it didn’t come to them pilfering anything. “I hate to do that to these Druids, but they are no’ leaving us much choice.”
“Once we have the artifact, then you can have Reaghan. I have a feeling she’ll come with us if you ask her.”
As tempting as that was, Galen couldn’t chance it. “You know I cannot.”
“Then I will. She needs to get out of here and meet other Druids. To have a life. Even you should be able to see she needs that.”
“She seems happy. I’ve no’ seen them mistreat her. In fact, their attention proves how much they care for her.”
But the thought of journeying back to MacLeod Castle with her for several days left Galen burning bright with need, a hunger he feared would only grow the more he was around her.
Logan rubbed his hands together and grinned wickedly. “If I find it, I’m going to take the artifact.”
“Without asking first?”
Logan flattened his lips. “You read the pillars, Galen. It said it cannot leave. The Druids willna part with it.”
“Do these Druids know that? They cannot read the text.”
“The story could have been passed down to them. Do no’ underestimate the Druids.”
“Exactly. Take your own advice,” Galen countered. “You doona know what these Druids might try to do.”
Logan scoffed at Galen’s words. “The only one with any amount of magic is Reaghan, and I doona believe she’d do anything to you. I hear you, Galen, I do. But I’m thinking of Deirdre and the threat she poses. I’ll chance these Druids’ ire in order to do whatever it takes to end Deirdre.”
Galen nodded slowly. “Aye, my friend. I feel the same. I was just as angry as you when we learned Deirdre wasn’t dead, as we’d thought.”
“Angry doesn’t being to describe how I feel.”
Galen paused, unused to the vehemence in Logan’s voice. The Logan before him now was one Galen saw only in battle, and it just proved how deep Logan’s hatred for Deirdre went.