Page 30 of Highlander Unraveled
“Aye. We must go. Logan has requested our presence.”
She leaned forward to untie the cords at her ankles and I rushed to help her.
“I can’t believe this,” she murmured. “What about Shona? How is my sister? Is she still there?”
“There was no mention of Shona or her husband. Only Emma. But I should think if something happened to them, there would have been news in regards to that as well.”
Moira leapt from the bed and rushed to the wardrobe, tugging out a clean chemise and plaid gown. She looked good dressed in the costume of my time, though I sure did miss the tight pants she’d worn in the modern era.
“Logan must be devastated,” she said. “And poor Saor must be desperate for his mother.”
“Aye.” I couldn’t form any other words. I could only imagine what their pain was like, and it ripped at my insides.
Moira whipped around and ran toward me, throwing herself in my arms. She buried her face in the crook of my shoulder, wetness warming my skin. She was crying.
“I hope this doesn’t mean…” But she trailed off, not voicing the fear we both had.
“Ye’re still here,” I said. “I’m still here. We will make the most of every precious minute. Let this just be a reminder to us that we are not in control of our place in time. That we must cherish each other always.”
Moira nodded, shuddering. “I’m scared.”
“Me, too.” I rarely admitted fear. I was a man, a warrior, but this was the one thing that had always terrified me.
We held each other a few more minutes, both of us wound tight, and then quietly we parted, each of us packing a satchel in silence. Stealing long glances. We walked quietly, hand in hand, down the corridor, the stairs, and then out the front doors.
Our horses awaited us along with twelve grim-faced warriors and two pack mules and servants.
“We’ll not need the servants,” I said to Tomas.
He frowned, and rather than argue with him, I said, “Never mind.”
I walked Moira to her horse, but when I moved to assist her, she squeezed me tight and whispered, “Can I ride with you for a little while? Not for long, I promise. I just need to be close to you.”
I didn’t hesitate. “Aye, love.”
We mounted my horse and I nodded to Tomas.
“Where are ye going?” The shriek was far off, and shrill.
I glanced up at the tower to see Ranulf’s angry face peering from his window. I’d forgotten to tell him that I was leaving. There was no time now. Another thing the lad was going to hold against me.
I raised my hand in a salute, but he didn’t return my gesture. I wasn’t surprised, but his disapproval wasn’t something I could worry about now.
Maybe he wouldn’t have to worry over it either, for there was every chance I wouldn’t return.
9
Emma
The wine pouring red and slick reminded me of blood oozing from a wound. Perhaps the wound carved in my heart.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said to Mr. McAlister in regards to his comment about me knowing where Moira was.
That wasn’texactlya lie. I didn’t know at this very moment where Moira or Shona were, I only knew the era, and even that was questionable given my own current situation.
The man who called himself a solicitor didn’t say anything, but continued to pour three glasses of wine. He held one out first to Mrs. MacDonald and then one to me.
I hesitated and his brows rose.
