Page 38 of Highlander Unraveled
“Fate!” Shona shouted, her face toward the sky.
They all looked toward the sky with her, but I stared firmly at the stone, willing it to know what I wanted. Willing it to light with magic.
“Bring us our Emma back. Bring Emma Gordon Grant back to this time. Back to her husband, Logan, her child, Saor, and her friends. We beg of you!”
She repeated the words again, and we all followed, saying the words with her, louder and louder still, until it was more a chant than a prayer. Our hands all steadied, strong and forceful as we gripped each other.
Rays of moonlight touched the stone in streaks, reminding me of sword blades. They stabbed down from the sky, cutting into the natural world.
Did the moon know my pain? Did Fate?
“Bring her back to me!” I bellowed.
“And now…” Shona murmured, letting go of my hand. She kept her gaze only on Ewan as she walked toward him and put her arms around his neck. They leaned toward each other, bodies connecting at the same time as their lips.
The intimate move was well practiced. Sensual.
I was envious, my gut twisting with jealousy. I wanted Emma. To wrap my arms around her and show her how much I loved her with a sweet kiss.
Moira and Rory followed suit. Their kiss was filled with such passion. The spark of excitement that newlyweds often felt. Hungry. Craving. All consuming.
I turned away from them, heading to the other side of the glen. I lay on the ground, hands behind my head and stared up at the moon.
How many times had I watched it, waiting for something to happen? This would be the fourth night I’d laid here. I prayed it wasn’t as disappointing as the last three. I wanted to see her. To hold her, even if it was only her spirit.
Across the way, four moans rose up to join in the soft wails of a breeze. I could hear the sounds of them kissing, stroking, connecting. None of them were taking this chore lightly, putting passion to the test.
Tingles coursed through my body, my veins. And it wasn’t from being turned on. This was different. A charge of fire that whizzed through my veins. I’d not felt like this before. Not even the night I’d dreamed of Emma.
I closed my eyes, wondering if sleep was calling. If the magic of the glen would bring her to me.
But my eyes refused to close other than a few precious blinks. They stared wide open at the sky, hopeful and fearful at the same time. Was my mind fighting it? My fear of being taken from Saor?
I glanced at the stone, seeing the moon’s blades slicing against it. But no other light.
“What do I do?” I whispered. “Emma…”
The tingles increased, flowing hot and cold through my veins, expanding, until they reached my neck with a painful force. I felt my veins pulsing hard, my heart seizing. My back arched of its own volition, gut wrenching toward the sky. My vision blurred. My mouth went dry. A silent scream on my lips.
And then, the moon’s glow disappeared.
11
Emma
The front door opened and closed, followed by silence. I stood still for only a moment before rushing to the window to see who had left, but the streets were clear.
I wasn’t crazy. I knew I’d heard the door open and close.
Now definitely wasn’t the time to start thinking I was losing my mind. I mean, I’d traveled back in time, then forward, married another man and had a baby. If I was going to start questioning my mental health because of a front door, there were bigger problems I wasn’t considering.
I stared hard out the window. Not a single soul in sight.
But, oddly, both their cars were gone. Had it taken me longer than I thought to get to the window? Had I just missed them? Were they speed demons as well as boxers? I certainly believed Mrs. MacDonald could race like that.
“Ohmygod,” I whispered to myself, backing away from the window.
On second thought, maybe I was crazy.
