Time Bound
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“We will right the wrongs, lass.” He squeezed her hand. “It will be okay. Trust me.”
Caitlin sucked in a breath and did just that.
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BLOOD OATH
Chapter One
Ardgour, Scotland, Present time
Caitlin Reed held her breath. Lights flooded the front lawn. Armed men slid from the shadows and spread toward the car in a coordinated blitz that made the Rockettes look klutzy. Red dots flashed against her shirt through the windshield.
Weapons locked, loaded, and ready to fire. Yep, she was going to die.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
“This is bad, Ewen. Really bad.” She gripped the steering wheel and swallowed the dread pooling in her mouth.
“Aye, well, did you expect any different?” Ewen shrugged. His steady blue-eyed gaze narrowed on the men now standing in front of their stolen vehicle. His long jet-black hair was gone, replaced by a severe buzz cut that accentuated the hard lines of his face and his intense see-through-you eyes.
“No, but after barely escaping MacInnes with our lives, I figured fate would take it easy on us.” She dropped her hands in her lap. “I mean, come on. This contact is supposed to help us. We’re due a break.”
Ewen flashed a warrior grin that spiked her pulse, then pulled a gun from his waistband. “Have faith, lass. Daniel would no’ have sent us to these people if they meant us harm.”
With his hand on the latch, Ewen eased the door open.
Caitlin scanned the sea of scowling faces through the windshield and sucked in a fortifying breath. Her gift, the psychic ability that allowed her to see into a person’s mind through touch, had confirmed Ewen’s words, but what if she had read Daniel wrong? What if this was all part of MacInnes’s diabolical plan?
Didn’t matter. MacInnes was dead.
“Stay in the car until I tell you to exit, aye?”
“No, Ewen, wait—”
“Caitlin—”
“Let me go with you. They won’t hurt me. I’m unarmed.” Not to mention protected by a magic pendant that saved her life the last time a bullet attempted to penetrate her heart.
Ewen’s expression hardened. “Doona move, not until I deem their intentions.” He reached out and touched her cheek. “Should danger arrive, lock the doors of this beastly contraption and go. Seek shelter at Lainie’s. Do I make myself clear?”
Her stomach twisted. The man would get himself killed. Again. He’d collapsed with a raging fever just this morning. He was in no condition to bat a fly, never mind go up against a squadron of angry looking secret army people.
“Caitlin.” His fifteenth-century brogue thickened with warning. “Your word, lass.”
“Aye, fine,” she said mimicking his accent. But she didn’t have to like it.
He eyed her suspiciously and then exited the vehicle. Once outside the car, he threw his weapon to the ground and raised his arms in the air. “We mean you no harm. I wish to speak to Rohan Keane. Know you the man I seek?”
“Who wants to know?” asked a gritty voice from the crowd.
“Ewen MacLean. Enemy of Simon MacInnes.”
Tall and built like a linebacker, a fifty-something man barreled through the pack like Moses parting the Red Sea. In his SWAT gear with weapons strapped to every part of his body, the man was formidable, a little scary, and clearly the person in charge.
This had to be Rohan Keane.
Caitlin stepped out and clicked the driver door shut. “We’re friends of Sean McCollum.”
Ewen shot her an I’m-going-to-kill-you look over the roof of the car. She ignored him and centered her attention on the man striding through his private militia.
“Hold your position,” the man said to his team. Aiming his weapon at her head, he drilled those hard eyes her way. “And who would you be?”
A panicky teacher whose voice decided to run off with her stomach?
“My name is—”
Ewen slid over the hood of the car and landed in front of her like a human shield without so much as a wobble. The cutting glance he threw her stopped the rest of the sentence from tumbling out her mouth.
The guards tensed but held to the command in the leader’s outstretched hand.
“Rohan Keane?” Ewen asked.
“What brings an enemy of Simon MacInnes to my front lawn?” Eyes hostile, the man adjusted his aim but kept his finger steady on the trigger.
Movement at the exterior of the house caught Caitlin’s attention. A woman stepped out onto the porch, her outline magnified by the interior light beaming from inside the structure. She closed the door and began her descent down the stairs, oblivious to the weapons flanking her path.
Caitlin couldn’t see her face in the dark, but her silhouette was slim. There was something familiar about her walk—about the way she carried her body across the paved path. Caitlin’s heart sped. Oh God, could it be? Had MacInnes lied about killing her parents? Was her mother alive?
Sidestepping Ewen, Caitlin ran past Rohan Keane. Grief mixed with disappointment when she approached the woman and realized it wasn’t her mother. She had been a fool to hope, a fool to believe MacInnes would keep his word.
The woman slowed. She was older and gray-haired and stood a few inches shorter than Caitlin’s five foot eight frame. She walked with an easy stride and a friendly smile.
“Hello, Caitlin.” The stranger’s voice was elegant, imbued with a modern Scottish accent that washed over Caitlin and triggered a memory. She knew the voice, but from where?
Wait a minute.
The muscles in Caitlin’s mouth went slack. Shock replaced the grief that had expanded in her chest only moments before.
Followed by anger.
Caitlin raised her hand and swung.
Available January 2019
ALSO BY LORA ANDREWS
THE TIME BOUND SERIES
Time Bound
Blood Oath
Dark Truth (March 2019)
Immortal Odds (Summer 2019)
TIME BOUND WORLD
Rising Storm (A Time Bound Novella)
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