Anywhere in Time (Magic of Time Book 2) by Mayhue Melissa

Author:Mayhue, Melissa [Mayhue, Melissa]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Tags: Time Travel Romance - Medieval Romance - Scottish Highlander Romance - Fairy Romance - Happily Ever After - Faeries - Highlanders - Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Melissa Mayhue
Published: 2015-10-31T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 17

Patrick slumped on the sofa, his arms crossed in front of him, staring at the box of moving pictures across the room. The News, Clint had called it. To him, it was little more than an ongoing litany of war and mayhem. If this news thing was to be believed, not only had relations between the clans not improved, the whole of the world had slipped into madness, posting little stick figures on a board to indicate hundreds of men killed daily in their battles. This was certainly not the future he would have hoped to see.

Not to mention how his new knowledge of this bleak future was adding to his already dark mood.

He was all too aware of the intensely negative atmosphere building around him, but knowing did nothing to aid him in doing anything about it. Certainly, he could go upstairs to his room and hide his dark mood away from everyone, but he was unwilling to hide from the issue that had brought on that same dark mood.

Syrie would be out, after dark, unprotected, save for that pitiful excuse for a man that she insisted on seeing again.

Patrick felt his mood darken at least two shades. First, because she’d chosen to see any man that wasn’t him and, second, because he knew he was being monumentally unfair to the man in question. Gino wasn’t really a bad sort. For a fact, now that he’d spoken to Gino a few times, he was beginning to actually like the man. If Gino were escorting any other woman to dinner, Patrick would be the first to support him.

But he wasn’t escorting any other woman to dinner. He was coming to get Syrie.

Patrick’s Syrie.

Patrick huffed out a breath that sounded so much more growl than sigh that Clint, sitting at the other end of the sofa, started.

“What is your problem?” Clint asked, obviously irritated that Patrick’s demeanor had rattled him. “So what if she’s going out with some other guy? It’s just dinner, not some weekend getaway. You need to relax.”

“Would you relax if it were me?” Rosella asked as she handed him a glass. “Or would you be pouting just as he is?”

“I doona pout,” Patrick muttered, but loud enough that his friends could hear. “And it’s no’ just a matter of her having dinner with the man. She’ll be out there unprotected. I told you of the Tinkler’s warning the day we visited Boulder.”

Once they had arrived back at Ellen’s, Patrick had confided in both Clint and Rosella about the strange encounter. To Clint’s credit, he had helped Patrick keep watch whenever his classes would allow. Tonight would be the first time neither he nor Clint would be watching over Syrie, and Patrick didn’t like it one damn bit. The whole idea had him so on edge, he felt as if it would take only the smallest nudge to send him tumbling over into an absolute maddening chaos.

At that moment, the smallest nudge stepped from the bottom stair and into the room where he sat, bringing him immediately to his feet.

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