Alistair: A Highlander Romance (The Ghosts of Culloden Moor Book 40) by Jo Jones

Author:Jo Jones [Jones, Jo]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-03-02T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER EIGHT

Sweat, and the sun beating through his longshirt, dampened Mac’s back, while the noise and vibration of the chain-saw reverberated in his head. Though ’twas a bit more painful than he’d admitted to Brie when she’d first showed him how to use the saw, ’twas almost a welcome reprieve from his anguished thoughts.

What he saw in Brie’s eyes and what she’d said to him this morning, dinna match. But why? Was she no’ willing to wait until he found the answers to his past, or was he mistaken, and she truly dinna want him, at all?

He prayed that wasna true, but regardless, he couldna build the life he wanted with Brie, without discovering who he was and knowing he wouldna cause harm to another, in the process.

But mayhap he caused harm to Brie by asking her to wait for him to discover his past?

Perplexed by so many questions wi’ out answers, he continued to cut apart the obstruction that kept him in Brie’s world, though ’twas the one he thought he wanted.

He’d worked in a steady rhythm, using Brie’s machine to chew through the trunk and thickest branches of the tree with astonishing ease. ’Twas truly a most marvelous invention! He wished he could show it to Angus and Gregor.

Mac stopped the saw.

Where had that come from?

“Angus.” Mac said out loud, hoping the name would prompt something else. Anything else. Why did the name of the highland warrior who’d died with him in his nightmare, keep coming to him? Why think of him now? Here? And who was Gregor?

Mac closed his eyes, hoping to sense something more about either man. He’d already learned ’twas no use trying to force a memory.

Concentrate, Mac. What do ye feel when ye think on Angus?

Several seconds passed and then, so faint he almost missed it…

Laughter... Loss... Brotherhood. My soul went first when we died on the moor. He went first, with Soncerae, to be reborn.

Mac’s eyes flew open! Reborn? ’Twas no’ ‘rebirthing’ in his dream! Shaken and confused, he sat on a piece of sawed tree trunk, closed his eyes and tried again with Gregor, who’d no’ been in the dream. So where had his name come from?

“Gregor,” Mac whispered. “Who are ye?” He waited, almost breathless, for any sensations. Warmth came first, then something…unfinished? Friendship. Some kind of reckoning? Gregor wanted to go, but Soncerae made a mistake and picked me, instead.

Chills crawled up Mac’s spine and settled between his shoulder blades in a shiver. Soncerae? She was somehow connected to Angus and Gregor?

Angus belonged in a dream, and at this point, he couldna quite ken if Soncerae was real or no. But where and how did Gregor fit in?

Foul tricks of his muddled mind, Mac decided, realizing the ache in his clenched jaw had begun to spread to his cheekbones.

“Something wrong?” Brie’s voice startled him. How had he no’ heard her return from using her wheeled-machine to drag off another section of log?

He whirled to see her standing close behind him, a concerned look on her face.

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