Cadeyrn (Immortal Highlander, Clan Skaraven Book 2): A Scottish Time Travel Romance by Hazel Hunter

Author:Hazel Hunter [Hunter, Hazel]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-06-18T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

IN THE COLD gray hours before dawn Brennus lay awake beside his sleeping wife. Since Cadeyrn had gone missing he’d tried to think like his war master. He’d spent long hours endeavoring to craft some clever plan. To bring home his brother and, if he’d found them, the lasses held by the famhairean would strike a great blow against the mad druids. Yet nothing had come to Brennus but more worry and frustration. He knew himself to be a man of actions, not schemes, but now he saw his own lacking only too plainly.

He’d chosen Cadeyrn as his second because he possessed what Brennus lacked: a gift for strategy.

Nor could he rely on the magic folk. Already he’d waited too long for word from the insufferable Bhaltair Flen. If Ruadri had not sent news by now, it would come too late, if it came at all.

No, Brennus thought. If it was aid he needed, it must come from himself.

Rising carefully so as not to disturb his lady, he pulled on his trews, boots, and tunic and left their chamber. Torches burned low in the wall brackets he passed, reminding him that with every day that passed the likelihood of recovering Cadeyrn dwindled. His footsteps echoed in the empty stone passage as he made his way to Dun Mor’s lowest subterranean level. There he stood before the clan’s caibeal, the chapel which he and his men had filled with large stones carved to honor the Skaravens’ battle spirits.

“I need your guidance more than ever,” Brennus said, and stepped inside.

Entering the caibeal since Althea had come to Dun Mor always reminded Brennus to leave outside his arrogance. More than once the battle spirits had sent him to walk a path he would not have chosen. That the raven, his battle spirit, had brought to him a beautiful lady from a distant future seemed as incredible as what they’d found together. Had he not paid heed, he might have instead sent Althea away, and lost the chance to know the love of his life.

A pulsing, warm glow spread from the raven skinwork on his chest. But he knew it wasn’t because he’d entered the sacred chapel. Though he didn’t turn, he grinned.

“Though you are silent as the wind,” he said, “you cannae catch me unawares, Wife.”

“Then it’s a good thing that’s not what I’m doing,” she said, coming beside him. “Mostly I’m wondering about how I’m always waking up before dawn lately.” She took his hand. “Alone, most of the time.”

“I couldnae sleep,” he said. “And I didnae wish to wake you.”

“Next time, wake me,” she said, standing close. “I’m worried about them too.” She peered into the dark interior. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”

He nodded. “I’ll wait no longer.”

Brennus moved through the darkness by memory to the very heart of the caibeal. There stood the largest of the stones, a black crystal morion carved with the clan’s raven symbol. He and Althea knelt before it, as he bowed his head and pressed his hand over the skinwork inked beneath his left shoulder.

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