A Viking Holiday: The MacLomain Series: Viking Ancestors' Kin by Purington Sky

Author:Purington, Sky [Purington, Sky]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Publisher: UNKNOWN
Published: 2016-11-29T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

SVALA FELT THE pain of setting fire to Sean and her mother’s boat like it had happened minutes ago rather than years. The anger then the panic. When it started to burn, she grabbed an oar and began splashing water over it. Sobbing, angry, she swiped the water viciously. Wood sizzled and smoke billowed.

By the time the fire was out nearly a quarter of it was burned and it was barely seaworthy.

Svala’s younger self fell to her knees, rested her cheek on the edge and continued sobbing. “I am sorry to burn this, Sean….I am…” Then she grew angry and slammed her hand down on it. “I should have gone. I should have sailed this and been there for them.”

“Daughter,” came a soft murmur. “Burning this boat is not going to undo the loss we have suffered. It will not bring them back.”

Her mother stood behind her.

Her father, not far off.

“It is an offering to the gods.” Svala frowned, wiped away her tears and stood, her shoulders back as she eyed the sky. “Might they see my sacrifice and take this boat that has already traveled through time and make it do so again. Might they use its smoke to turn back time and allow me to be there to save my kin.”

Before her parents could respond, she shook her head sharply. “But I could not offer the gods as much as I should have.” She hung her head. “I could not let it burn entirely.”

Megan rested a compassionate hand on her shoulder. “Why would you think burning it would allow you to travel back to the battle?”

“Because I dreamt of it in smoke…fog…it felt like it was taking me toward the battle. Then I dreamt of multi-colored lights through fog and a loud sound amongst the waves.” Her eyes went to her mother. “The gods coming down from Asgard to help, yes? To change the fate of the battle?”

Now that she looked back on things, it almost sounded like she was talking about Sean’s fishing boat with its Christmas lights and foghorn. Had she somehow dreamt about this moment years ago? About this mysterious jaunt through time they were taking?

“Svala,” Sean murmured in her ear. “Is it me or is your father staring directly at us?”

Svala’s eyes went to Naðr, and her inner dragon flared.

He was looking at them.

From within the memory.

“He sees you,” she whispered. “He sees us.”

“How is that possible?”

She narrowed her eyes and shook her head as fog curled over the shore and took the memory away. “Dragons are capable of many things when it comes to their kin. Especially their offspring.”

“So…your father knew we would end up…here? Part of whatever Grant’s putting us through?”

Svala turned at the stunted tone of his voice. His hair was tousled, and his eyes shadowed. Seeing her memories had been as rough on him as they had been on her.

“Yes, it seems my father might have seen us via magic.” She pondered the possibilities of that. If Naðr had actually seen Sean, there was a very good chance he recognized him as her mate.

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