Page 46 of Highlander Unraveled
She handed me a cup. “I don’t usually chew them. Just swallow them whole.”
How had Rory become accustomed to all this? I swished the water around the bitter powder in my mouth and swallowed, hoping to never taste that again.
“I think we should find out where Mr. McAlister either lives or works and go there. We need to see if he has a black box.”
“Whose croft is this?” I asked.
“Moira and Shona’s.”
“That is what I suspected, but, how did Steven get here?”
Emma let out a long sigh. “Apparently he befriended a time jumper and she lured me into her home and care. I asked her to bring me here. When I laid down, she must have told Steven where I was.”
“Are ye a time jumper?”
She shook her head and wrapped her arms around my waist, resting her head over my heart. It felt so good to hold her. I cupped the back of her head, stroking her soft, wild locks.
“I missed you so much,” she said. “And I tried to be strong but…”
“Ye were strong.”
“No. I wasn’t. He overpowered me.” Her voice broke.
I tried to soothe her, reminding her that, “Being strong isn’t always about physical strength.”
“I know… But I thought I could get away from him.” She held her head back, fixing her eyes on mine. “I actually thought I could.”
“Sometimes being strong is about surviving. Remember when MacDonald took me? I was unable to overpower the men. But I survived.”
She nodded, her entire body shuddering.
“I’m so glad you’re here. How is Saor?”
“The bairn is stubborn, just like ye.” I chuckled. “He’s doing just fine. I can tell he misses ye though. He’s been more quiet of late, as though he’s listening, waiting to hear your voice.”
“I want to go home.”
“Me, too.”
“How did you come here? Maybe we can try that to get back to your time.”
I shook my head, chuckled. “That is impossible.”
“Why?” She looked at me, puzzled.
I explained the “orgy” in the glen, and she gasped, laughter in her eyes.
“Is it too much to hope they’ll simply stay there until we return?” she asked with a skeptical laugh. “So absorbed with lust, maybe?”
“They might. Mayhap we should… try it.”
“Make love?”
“Aye. If the power of it brought me here, maybe it can take us back, and then we won’t need to find the black box.”
She walked her fingers over my chest to my neck, stroking the stubble on my chin. “I think it’s worth a try.”
“What about your head? And your face…” Studying the bruise on her cheek I was once more filled with a burning rage. “When I get my hands on that bastard…”
