by Donna Grant
“How did Mairi know of your powers?” Quinn asked, finally breaking the overwhelming silence.
Galen shrugged, his gaze on the table. He couldn’t look his fellow Warriors in the eye. Not now, not after betraying them. Possibly not ever. “I looked into her mind to try and find answers about Reaghan.”
“I was there,” Logan said. “We knew Mairi was hiding something about Reaghan. He was worried what it could be. Galen did what any of us would have.”
“True,” Fallon answered. “Did the villagers treat Reaghan badly?”
Galen ran a hand down his face. How had things become so convoluted? All he had wanted to do was keep the Druids safe. It had never entered his mind that they would act so offensively to everyone, Reaghan included.
“Quite the opposite,” Galen said, and forced himself to lift his eyes and look around the table. “Reaghan told me she found a parchment that mentioned her name and that of Foinaven Mountain. She wanted to find the answers to her past, to memories that were gone.”
Logan nodded as Galen spoke. “Reaghan asked to come with us. It wasn’t until Reaghan’s pain came upon her that we saw firsthand the elders were keeping a secret.”
Fallon’s brow was furrowed, his jaw set. “Explain.”
“They comforted her, but not once did they even try to offer herbs or something to dull the headache,” Galen said.
Logan cocked his head to the side. The smile he gave was hard and full of cruelty. “That’s when Galen confronted Mairi. He asked her to give him the answers he sought, and when she didn’t, he looked into her mind.”
“What did you see?” Lucan asked.
Galen met Lucan’s sea-green eyes. “I saw glimpses of her with Reaghan. Reaghan never aged, but Mairi did.”
“Like Logan, I’d have done the same in Galen’s position,” Hayden said. “Galen was protecting Reaghan.”
Galen found Ramsey’s eyes on him, but his friend didn’t utter a word, just stared thoughtfully.
“Can you control someone’s mind?” Ian asked.
Galen turned to the twin and gave a single nod of his head. “I’ve done it only once, and it nearly killed me.”
“Tell us,” Quinn urged.
Galen sighed and drudged up memories he wished he could forget. “I had just escaped Cairn Toul and was trying to find my way in a world that had changed so drastically. I came across a village on the border with England. There were English soldiers there who had killed a man and a woman, and one was about to rape a young girl.”
He paused and swallowed. “I thought I could do anything with my powers. I didn’t even touch him, just focused all of my god’s power and stared at the soldier. I commanded him to leave the girl alone and attack his comrades. For several heartbeats he stood still as stone. And then he did exactly as I commanded.”
“What happened to him?” Logan asked.
“I doona know. I fell unconscious. It took me days to recover. I never tried it again. I will admit, if Mairi had no’ changed her mind on her own and come to the castle with us, I would have used my power on her.”
Fallon dropped his head back on his chair. “We all have special powers. Some are stronger than others, and that we have no control over. We didna choose our gods. They chose us. We live with what we have and make the best of it.”
Galen knew Fallon was telling him everything was all right, but to Galen it wasn’t. It never would be. He stood and looked at each Warrior in turn. “I have no control over my power. If you brush up against me I will see into your mind, your thoughts, your feelings.”
“Every person you touch?” Arran asked.
“Aye. Person, Druid, Warrior, or wyrran. Even animals. No matter how I try to master my power, it eludes me. There is only one whom I can touch and see nothing.”
Logan murmured, “Reaghan.”
Galen nodded. “Reaghan. Whether it’s because of the spell she cast on herself, or something else, I doona know.”
“You didna tell us before because you thought we would send you away, didn’t you?” Lucan asked.
“Aye.” Galen hated to admit his fears, but no one could begin to understand how much he dreaded being around so many people, knowing he would see into their minds whether he wanted to or not. Yet, to kill Deirdre, it had been worth the risk.
He had another family now, and he would fight to keep them.
Hayden rose and walked to Galen. “Every time you touch someone?”
“Every time.” Before Galen realized what Hayden was about, Hayden clamped his hand on his shoulder.
“Now I know why you were always a step behind us,” Hayden said.
Galen ground his teeth together, expecting to see the worst in Hayden’s mind as he had in the past. Yet all he saw, all he felt, was friendship. A deep bond that bound them as Warriors and brothers.
Galen raised his eyes to stare into Hayden’s black ones. “Why?”
“Because you would doubt words.” Hayden dropped his hand and nodded to Galen.
Fallon rose to his feet then. “I think Hayden speaks for all of us. We need you, Galen. None of us believe you have forced those Druids, especially Reaghan, to do your bidding.”
“Thank you,” Galen said, and glanced at his uneaten food. His thoughts lingered on Reaghan. Without another word he left the hall and took the stairs to the battlements.
He scanned the land until he spotted Reaghan surrounded by the women. Galen wanted to go to Reaghan, to try and explain, but he wasn’t sure she would listen to him at the moment.
It was enough that she wasn’t leaving with Mairi. At least that’s what he told himself.
“She’s verra beautiful.”
Galen glanced over his shoulder to find Ramsey leaning against the stones, relaxed and nonchalant. But Galen knew Ramsey well enough to know his friend had sought him out for a reason. “Reaghan is beautiful.”
“Why don’t you go to her?”
“She needs time,” Galen said. “So much has changed for her.”
Ramsey’s boot heels hit the stones as he walked to stand beside Galen. “In all the decades I’ve known you, I’ve never seen you look at a woman as you do Reaghan. Why do you hesitate to go to her?”
“All of you take for granted touching another. I was not given that luxury with my god. I knew I would have to live my life alone. I had accepted my fate. Until I dared to kiss Reaghan. From the instant I realized her mind was blocked to me, I have no’ been able to stay away.”
“So you only want her because you cannot see into her mind?”
Galen inhaled deeply, his mind a jumble. “I cannot deny that is part of why I want her. But in the great hall when Mairi was asking her to leave, the thought of never seeing Reaghan again, of never holding her again, nearly broke me in two.”
“So you do care for her.”
“Enough that when she does lose her memories I will free her to find another.”
Ramsey raised a black brow. “You would give her up even though you’ve found possibly the only woman you can touch without your power interfering?”
“I would.”
“And that, Galen, is what makes you a good man. Forget Mairi and her spiteful words. Focus on Reaghan and what time you have left.”
Ramsey’s words echoed in Galen’s mind long after his friend had walked away. Just how much time did he have left with Reaghan?
*
Mairi paced her chamber and seethed. Ever since coming to MacLeod Castle, since meeting Galen, Reaghan had changed. Gone was the girl so willing to please, and in her place was a woman who knew what she wanted and wouldn’t be bent to another’s will.
But Mairi had no choice but to ensure that Reaghan left with the rest of them. Mairi had vowed upon being named an elder that she would keep Reaghan with them.
“You were wrong to say those things,” Odara said from the corner where she had sat since Mairi’s return.
Mairi clucked her tongue. “It needed to be said. All of it.”
“How did you know about Galen’s power?”
“He told me he used his power for information about Reaghan.”
“And the other,” Odara pressed. “How did you know he had controlled another’s mind before?”
Mairi paused and turned to Odara. In their youth, both of them had been the prettiest girls in the village, and since there were few men, they had become rivals instead of friends. Odara might have won the man Mairi had wanted, but Mairi’s body had remained stronger, not bent and weak as Odara’s now was.
“I guessed.”
Odara’s green eyes narrowed. “You’ve always been a terrible liar, Mairi. The truth, if you please.”
“All right. I was told.”
“By who?”
Mairi smiled. “It doesn’t matter. Galen is a threat to us and Reaghan, and I need to see him dead.”
Odara’s hand went to her chest. “Dead? You plan to kill a Warrior?”
“Aye.”
THIRTY-FOUR
The mist was everywhere, choking out the light and the air around Reaghan. It clung to her as if seeking to invade her skin.
In the mist she saw flashes of a mountain she knew instantly as Cairn Toul. There was another, one that brought peace to her heart and a smile to her face. Foinaven. Her home.
She took a step back when a face suddenly stared back at her. The white hair faded into the mist, but the pale skin and white eyes were visible. The lips were twisted in a snarl, hatred and malice pouring from the image.
Deirdre.
The drough’s face faded, and in its place was one of remarkable beauty. Her blue eyes were clear and bright, her hair the color of gold. There were similarities between the woman and Deirdre, but whereas Deirdre was cold and evil, this woman was life and warmth.
No matter how hard Reaghan tried to think of the woman’s name, it eluded her. The more she tried the more an ache in the back of her head throbbed.
And then the woman’s face faded.
Reaghan reached out to touch it, to bring it back. She fell through the mist, falling endlessly. Spiraling downward into a chasm that swallowed her. She tried to scream, but no sound came from her mouth.
Her arms flailed, reaching for something, anything, to hold on to. There was nothing but the mist.
And a voice. Her voice.
You know how to break the spell.
*
Reaghan woke suddenly, her heart pounding in her chest. Her chamber was dark, quiet. Empty. There was no mist, no faces or memories.
Only the voice reverberating in her mind.
She sat up and threw off the covers. Her sleep had been scarce, and when she finally had fallen asleep, there had been the dream.
Galen had not come to her, but then again she knew he wouldn’t. Maybe it was for the best. Though she knew Mairi’s words were false, she wanted to prove to Mairi and everyone that she made her own decisions, not Galen.
Reaghan looked out her window and saw that dawn was not far off. She dressed and combed her hair before braiding it. Then she left her chamber and hurried to the kitchen.
Cara had told her they were all there in the mornings. Reaghan hoped the women hadn’t chosen that morning to sleep in, not when she desperately needed to speak with them.
They had been her salvation the day before. Reaghan hadn’t known what to do about Mairi, but they had. When she suggested she stay away from Galen to prove Galen hadn’t been controlling her mind, they had all agreed, but they doubted Galen wouldn’t come to her.
Reaghan knew what kind of man Galen was. He struggled with his powers and the god inside him just as every Warrior at MacLeod Castle did. Galen was a good man. She knew it in the depths of her soul.
When she entered the kitchen it was empty. Reaghan sighed and leaned against the wall. She went over her dream again in her mind. This one was so different from the previous ones. In the others she had seen places and people she knew, but it had been as if she were reliving events. Never before had there been a mist.
This new dream was different in so many ways. For one, the woman. Reaghan recognized her as she had so many others, but this time there wasn’t a name. Only a feeling, as though this woman were very important.
Then there was her own voice telling her she knew how to break the spell.
Reaghan had always followed her instincts before. Yet, how could she when she didn’t know what could break the spell? Anxiety, deep and immeasurable, had taken hold of her. As if she needed to hurry and end the spell.
But how?
“Reaghan?”
She spun around to find Sonya in the doorway.
“Is everything all right?”
Reaghan fisted her hands in her skirts, unable to explain the urgency inside her, an urgency that told her she was almost out of time. “I had a dream. In that dream I saw Deirdre and another woman. I don’t know the other woman, but I sensed she was very important. Then…” Reaghan paused and took a deep breath. “Then I heard my own voice tell me I knew how to end the spell.”
Sonya’s amber eyes were troubled. “When a Druid has such a dream, it should not be ignored.”
“I agree. The problem is, I really have no idea how to end the spell.”
“It will come to you, I’m sure of it.”
“I pray you’re correct.”
Sonya began to turn away when she suddenly stopped, her head cocked to the side and her eyes closed.
Reaghan remained beside her. She glanced around, hoping to see Cara or Marcail or someone who might know what was wrong. “Sonya? Are you all right?”
The Druid didn’t answer.
“You’re scaring me, Sonya.”
“I’m listening,” Sonya whispered. “The trees are trying to tell me something.”
Reaghan waited for Sonya to say more. She was intrigued. When Sonya opened her eyes, she blinked several times and then hurried off into the great hall.
Reaghan followed Sonya, but she paused once inside the hall when she saw Quinn with Marcail, his hand spanning her stomach. He stood behind her, whispering something into her ear that made Marcail smile.
“I need to hear the trees,” Sonya said to them.
Quinn’s head jerked up at the sound of her voice. “You know how dangerous it is, Sonya. To venture outside of Isla’s shield would amount to capture and death at Deirdre’s hand.”
“The trees are calling for me,” Sonya argued. “I must hear them.”
Quinn kissed Marcail’s cheek. “I’ll talk to the others, but I doubt you will be allowed.”
Once Quinn was gone Sonya paced the hall. Reaghan moved out of the way and watched as the others tried to comfort her. Sonya was distraught, her need to hear the trees outweighing reason.
It wasn’t until Broc entered the hall that Sonya stopped her pacing. Reaghan saw the concern in Broc’s eyes and the ease with which Sonya approached him, as if no one else were in the room.
As Sonya told Broc about the trees, Reaghan’s gaze was caught by the man who stood next to the Warrior. Galen. Her heart leaped in her chest at the sight of him. His face was gaunt, as if he hadn’t slept in days.
Reaghan wanted to go to him, to tell him about her dream. Galen would want to protect her as he always had. She took a step toward him when Broc’s booming voice halted her.
“Nay, Sonya,” Broc said, his voice rising above the redheaded Druid’s. “It’s too dangerous to leave the shield. We will no’ put any Druids in danger, not when Deirdre is waiting for us to make a mistake.”
“It’s important, Broc.”
A muscle moved in his jaw. “I know.”
Sonya stormed out of the kitchen, but it was the yearning, the longing, Reaghan saw in Broc’s eyes that made her breath catch.
Larena moved beside Reaghan. “It breaks the heart, doesn’t it, the way he looks at her?”
“Why doesn’t he tell her?”
Larena shrugged, her golden cascade of hair tied at the base of her neck. “I doubt he ever will. Nor will she
tell him of her feelings.”
Reaghan couldn’t believe her ears. “Truly? I don’t understand.”
“None of us do,” Larena whispered before she walked away.
Reaghan found her gaze once more on Galen. She had never expected a man like Galen in her life, but now that she had him, she never wanted to let him go.
He brought happiness and joy into her life where there had been none. He gave her the strength to make decisions, and the courage to see them through. She wanted to spend every night curled in the safety of his arms, to feel his heart beat and the rhythm of his breathing.
How had she gotten so used to having Galen near her in such a short time? Now Galen meant everything to her.
Her headaches and her blocked memories kept her from giving him all of herself. There was something wrong with her, and the longer Reaghan stayed at MacLeod Castle, the more she wanted a real life. One without the spell.
A commotion pulled Galen’s gaze from hers. They both turned to find Mairi and Fallon descending the stairs. Behind Mairi were the rest of the Druids from her village.
“You will be captured,” Fallon said.
Mairi glanced at the Druids behind her. “It is a chance we are willing to take.”
“Nay,” Reaghan said as she hurried forward. She looked at the faces of Druids she had known for ten years, people she had shared her life with. “Please, listen to Fallon. He speaks the truth. The wyrran will be waiting to take you to Cairn Toul.”
“We cannot stay here with Warriors!” someone shouted.
Reaghan licked her lips and tried again. “These men protected us from the wyrran. They brought us here to keep us from Deirdre. They are good men.”
There was a loud snort. “They are evil! All of them!”
Mairi’s fingers dug into Reaghan’s arm. “You are coming with us.”
“I’m not.” Reaghan stared down into Mairi’s eyes and saw a madness that hadn’t been there before. “I’m not going anywhere.”
“Oh, but you will.”
Reaghan wrenched her arm out of the elder’s grasp and stumbled backward when she saw the evil in Mairi’s gaze. “You aren’t Mairi.”