Page 68 of Highlander Unraveled
“He wants my wife back.” Logan’s tone was filled with fury. “But he’s not going to get her.”
“He is a time jumper,” I said. “There is a possibility he will end up here. And since he’d already partnered with Mrs. MacDonald before, I wouldn’t be surprised if they both partnered up again.”
“We cannot let McAlister go. If he were to be set free and decided to also form a bond… Three time jumpers in one group against us.” Logan shook his head. “Those odds are not good.”
With Saor satisfied, I burped him and then passed him to Logan who held out his arms. I felt a twinge of sadness with him no longer against me, but at least he was with his father, that was a good feeling. A whimsical smile came to my lips. I loved to watch Logan cuddle Saor. This huge, muscular warrior, easily twenty times the size of our baby, a practical giant… It was adorable.
Shaking myself back to the present, I pulled out the black box.
“This is what brought us back here.” I gazed at them all, seriously. “This is the tool that the time jumpers have at their disposal. The ability to go anywhere, anytime they choose. And they can take people with them. This is what Fate has been fighting. They each have one and we have only this single box between the six of us.”
“And this is why I think Fate pulled Emma forward in time. She needed her to find this out. To get her hands on one of these tools. I’ve been the guardian of Scotland’s secrets for a long time. We are now all going to take on the task of being the guardians of time, if ye’re willing that is,” Logan said, his gaze just as serious as mine.
“Count me in,” Ewan said, nodding, his eyes locked on me, then to his own wife.
“Without a doubt,” Shona agreed. “Moira and Rory will agree. I feel comfortable speaking for them in saying they will join us.”
“I am with you always,” I said.
Logan nodded then pulled me into his embrace, with Saor between the two of us.
“Together, we will save Scotland. No longer are we Highland bound, we are the keepers of time.”
While this may beThe Endfor now—’tis not truly over…
