Page 3 of The Heart of a Highlander
Portense bit her lip and peered inside her pouch. When she looked up, worry danced over her delicate features. “Nay. Do ye?”
“Nay,” Hortense said, worry as equally evident in her voice as it was on her sister’s face. “That word,willing, do ye believe—”
“Nay,” Portense interrupted. “It will nae be enough. But what ye added…” She bit her lip. “Ada could willingly choose a husband to save someone or something. Did ye nae think of that?”
Hortense burst into tears, and suddenly, MacQuerrie could move. He closed the distance to Portense and snatched Ada from her. As he pulled his daughter to his chest, he glanced between the sisters, who were fading. “Where are ye going?” he demanded.
“To the fae world,” they said together. “We dunnae have any more dust. We must replenish it. If our father will let us…”
Ada grabbed his finger, and he glanced down. “How the devil long will that take?”
When he received no answer, he looked up to find the fae gone. Their so-called gifts to his daughter rang in his mind: beauty, and the power to make a king. She would most definitely be hunted when word got out, and he had no doubt it would. His clan had started to move, and the excited chatter was near deafening. The chant ofKing Makerfilled the hall.
This would be impossible to contain.
