Highland Seer by Willa Blair

Author:Willa Blair [Willa Blair]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Literature & Fiction, Fantasy & Futuristic, Historical Romance, Scottish, Paranormal, Romance, Fantasy, Scotland, spicy
Amazon: B00E4V2VCG
Goodreads: 17792445
Publisher: The Wild Rose Press
Published: 2013-07-22T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12

The next morning, she found Fergus out of bed, sitting in a chair by a sunny window. He’d been resting more comfortably the last day or two, growing more ill-tempered by the minute, which made Ellie very happy. Getting him involved in the planning to safeguard the MacKyrie keep was just what he needed. She needed his counsel, despite her trust of Donal. Fergus knew the keep and its surroundings better than anyone alive.

“Who got ye out of bed?” Her tone brooked no nonsense. She hid her delight at seeing him dressed and waiting for her.

“I got myself up, woman. I dinna need yer coddling. The fever’s gone. I’m ready to take on the MacDuff or anyone else who dares to sully our hall.”

“Does that include the Lathans?”

“What? Are ye daft? Nay.”

“That’s good, because they’re on their way here to seek yer wisdom.”

Fergus sat straighter at that comment.

“Aye, as they should.”

A knock at the door saved Ellie from the urge to giggle at Fergus’s display of ego. She admitted Micheil, Donal, and the other Lathans. Suddenly, the room seemed too small, crowded with the size and bulk of the five strong warriors and the MacKyries.

“’Tis good to see ye among the living,” Donal told Fergus as he offered his hand, wearing as close to a pleased expression as ever graced his face. Perhaps it was just a lessening of his habitual scowl. Nonetheless, Ellie’s face heated to see it. And Fergus seemed to bask in it as one would bask in the rays of the summer sun, warmed and soothed by its light and heat. Despite her concern that this meeting would exhaust Fergus’s limited reserves, she was suddenly very glad Donal had suggested it.

“I’m no’ that easy to kill,” Fergus replied, pushing himself to his feet, then clasping Donal’s offered hand.

“Sit, all of ye,” Ellie demanded, knowing Fergus would not return to his seat until the rest were comfortable. The longer he stayed on his feet, the more his color faded. She perched on the bedside stool and tipped her head, silently urging the others down. It wouldn’t do the old man any good to pass out in front of these warriors. Fortunately, they wasted no time finding a chair or a patch of floor to make their own. In moments, Fergus resumed his seat.

“Now,” she began and glanced at Donal. His icy green eyes were fixed on her. A shiver ran up her spine. She looked away at Fergus, needing to collect herself so she could continue speaking. “Fergus kens the MacKyrie lands like no other. If we’re to mount an effective defense, ye must hear what he has to say about the countryside and the neighboring clans.”

Fergus nodded while she spoke, giving her her due as laird to start the discussion. Once she stopped speaking, he looked from one Lathan to the next until he’d skewered them all with his gaze. Ellie kept her expression neutral. This was the Fergus of old, gathering his audience, making sure of their attention.

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