Page 8 of Draped in Plaid
“I have the box,” Emma said, and then looked at Shona. “We’ll just have to time jump back to the era of yours and Moira’s birth. I’m in agreement that that is the most likely place Mrs. MacDonald would have taken her.”
“Please, we have to,” I begged.
“We were born in 1351,” Shona said with a firm nod.
“Then to 1351 we shall go.” Emma glanced at each one of us.
“Nay,” Ewan said. “Shona canna go in her condition.”
Shona flashed her husband a warning glance. “I will be fine.”
“Nay.” Ewan’s voice was stern. “I canna allow it. ’Tis too risky.”
Shona leaned close to Ewan. “She is my sister. I have to go. I have to help. The bairn will be fine. I’m not due for a couple months yet.”
“If something were to happen to ye,” Ewan said. “I’d never forgive myself.”
“Nothing will happen to me. And if it becomes too much, I will simply come back here. Everything is changed now that we have the time key.”
Ewan looked to me, and I shrugged my shoulders, not wanting to interfere. Shona was a stubborn woman, but also a healer. If she thought it was safe, I was willing to bet she was right. Besides, if it were Moira in that situation, I knew there would be no holding her back from seeing to her sister’s safety.
“I’ll keep an eye on her, too,” Emma said.
“We all will,” Logan agreed.
“Then let us not dally. My sister awaits.” Shona brought her husband’s hand to her lips and kissed his knuckles. The look of love that passed between them made my heart ache for my wife.
After we found her, I might just tether her to my side for all time.
We each donned a dark, nondescript cloak I took from the armory to hide our clothes, and make us more ordinary when we arrived at our destination. No need to draw attention to ourselves.
The five of us huddled close, holding onto each other as Emma plugged in the information for 1351.
The familiar whooshing of the room, the quaking of the floor and throbbing of the walls kicked in. A comfort when it had once been a thing of terror. I closed my eyes ready to be transported. A magic I could not fathom but was grateful it existed it had brought me to Moira time and again.
We were going back in time. Nearly two hundred years in the past from my current era. A time period where even I would be seen as futuristic. But I didna care about that, as long as I could find Moira and bring her home, that was all I wanted.
“Moira,” I whispered. “Hold on. Dinna despair. We’re coming for ye,mo chridhe.”
