Highlander Unraveled (Highland Bound Book 6) by Eliza Knight

Author:Eliza Knight [Knight, Eliza]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Knight Media, LLC
Published: 2016-05-05T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

Logan

Three misery filled days had passed since I’d sent a summons to Rory and Moira.

Every night I’d spent in the glen. As soon as gloaming descended upon the Highlands, I rowed across the loch and marched up the mountainside, bursting into the stone circle as though a dragon waited there for me to slay.

And every time I whirled in a circle wanting to see Emma, or to face off with Fate, I found myself, utterly and undeniably alone.

I had long conversations with the charged air around me. Why had Fate forsaken me? What could I do to prove myself, to bring Emma back?

But the only answer I received was the same mocking silence

I’d fall asleep, staring up at the star-filled sky. Or the cloud covered sky, and I’d endure the rain as it fell upon my head.

I waited for Emma to fill my dreams, but every morning I woke having not seen her, a fact that made me extremely fearful for her safety.

Shona had been hard at work pouring over books in the library and fleshing out old wives tales that might have had anything even the least bit to deal with magic.

Nothing had yet worked.

Not even a sign.

Nor a glimmer of hope.

Even Saor seemed to notice that his mama was gone. The bairn had grown quiet, his cries not as forceful. The nursemaid said he was eating well and sleeping, but the fact that he’d grown so quiet worried me. He stared vigilantly at the world around him, as if hoping he might just catch the sound of his mother on the wind.

I paced the courtyard, still wet from my swim. I rarely went inside. Each morning when I trudged dejectedly back down the mountain, I dove into the loch, plunging deep and searching the bottom, just in case it wasn’t Fate that had taken her.

Emma would never have taken her own life, but that didn’t mean one of my enemies wouldn’t.

Thank the saints I came up empty-handed each time.

I studied the sky, searching out even the smallest hint of a breeze that might show me she was coming back, or that Fate had something more in store for us.

“My laird, can I bring ye something to break your fast?”

I looked at the servant who approached, possibly the one to have drawn the shortest straw. A different one came to me at each meal during the day. Their eyes were also shifty, their steps too close together, bodies taught as if prepared to run.

I grunted. “Whisky.”

I found a dram of whisky every morning helped to settle the fears charging through my brain enough to get my mind thinking. I’d have liked to barricade myself on the battlements where I could see far and wide with a barrel of whisky to numb the pain. But being inebriated wasn’t going to help me find my wife, and likely it would make me feel worse than I already did.

The servant nodded and hurried away. I continued my pacing, glaring up at the clear blue sky.

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