Heart Of A Highlander by Emilia Ferguson

Author:Emilia Ferguson
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: 0
Published: 2017-08-07T16:00:00+00:00

Broderick stirred. Everything hurt. He was drifting in mist. Someone called his name.

“Brod? Broderick!”

Broderick heard the voice through the pain in his head, the ache in his ribs. Why was everything so sore? He recognized the voice. Would have recognized it anywhere. He opened his eyes.

She was standing there, right in front of him, as she had been years before. Dressed in a white gown with her flame-red hair loose and long, like a cloud of fire. She seemed a creature of air and flame, the wind shimmering through her and all around her, lifting the strands of her hair.

“Aisling....” he breathed, a whisper. He held out his hand.

She smiled. It was a sad smile. Her brown eyes were filled with deep, tragic love.

She sighed.

“Oh, beloved. I am pleased to see you,” she said softly. “But...What have you done?”

“Aisling?” he called hoarsely. He tried to reach for her, but he was too exhausted and his arm fell back, lifeless, to the cold, dead ground beneath him.

She was looking down at him with deep sadness. “My sweet,” she said gently. “Why are you drowning me?” The sadness and the horror, too, were there for him to see.

Broderick whimpered. “Drowning you?”

“All this blood, Broderick! Why do you lay it at my feet? It is not mine. It is cutting me off from you. You do not remember me anymore. All you see is rivers between us. The river of blood.”

Broderick gazed at her as she turned away from him. Her tall form wavered on the edge of sight.

“Aisling!” he called. “No. Wait... do not go! I understand. I do! Can you forgive me?”

Aisling turned and smiled, then. Her eyes were radiant, her smile warm as sunset. She was the beautiful girl he had loved and wept for and lost. There was no gulf between them anymore. She glowed with a light that hurt his eyes. She came toward him.

“I can forgive you anything, loved one,” she said with a little sigh. “But can you forgive yourself?”

Broderick stared at her. “Myself? Aisling... what do you mean?”

She was kneeling by him, then. She laid a hand on his chest, a pale hand that shimmered with radiance. She smiled into his eyes, sad and lovely.

“Have you not noticed what you have done to your own life, my dear one? How you have choked the love within it, turning from love to rage and hate and blood?”

Broderick stared at her. It seemed as if her image wavered, and he saw before him the castle of Lochlann. He saw the turret room he shared with Amabel. Saw her behind the screen, on her knees, sobbing. Her cries rang out unheeded through the empty room. He saw Alina, alone in her chamber, pacing with worry. Saw little Chrissie, upstairs, confused because no one would talk to her and she didn't understand why.

Then he saw Amabel again. Saw the tears run down her face. Heard her voice as she turned to her youngest cousin. “He does not like me, Chrissie.

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