Karen Marie Moning - Highlander - 5 by The Dark Highlander

Author:The Dark Highlander [Highlander, The Dark]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2011-01-16T23:32:54.221000+00:00

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"It's too risky not to. He has an emotional bond with her. We need his ties gone. You said so yourself, Simon."

"Forty-eight hours. Ring me every six. Then I want you out of there. I'm not willing to run the risk that one of our Order is taken alive. He must know nothing about the Prophecy."

With a soft murmur of assent, Trevor hung up.

Chapter 15

The day had been sunny and surprisingly temperate for March in the Highlands: mid-forties, a light breeze, the sky dotted by a few fat, fluffy white clouds.

It had been one of the most exhilarating days of Chloe's life.

After breakfast, she, Dageus, Drustan, and Gwen had driven to the north, taking the winding roads to the top of a small mountain, above the colorful, bustling city of Alborath, where'd she'd met Dageus's cousins, Christopher and Maggie MacKeltar, and their many children.

She'd spent the day with Gwen and Maggie, touring the second MacKeltar castle (this one quite a bit older than Gwen's). She'd seen artifacts that Tom would have blithely committed felonies to acquire: ancient texts sealed in protective cases, weapons and armor from too many different centuries to count, rune stones scattered casually about the gardens. She'd toured the portrait gallery lining the great hall, a painted history of centuries of the MacKeltar clan--what a wonder to know such roots! She'd brushed her fingertips to tapestries that should be in museums, furniture that belonged under much tighter security than she'd been able to see on the grounds. Though she'd inquired repeatedly and rather anxiously about their anti-theft system (which seemed criminally nonexistent), she'd gotten nothing but reassuring smiles, forcing her to conclude that none of the Keltars bothered to lock things up.

The castle itself was an artifact, meticulously preserved and protected from time's gentle erosion. She'd wandered through the day in a dreamy kind of stupefaction.

Now she stood on the front steps of the castle with Gwen in the rosy, early evening light. The sun was resting on the horizon and tendrils of mist were wisping up from the ground. She could see for miles from her perch on the wide stone stairs, past a sparkling many-tiered fountain, out over the valley where the lights of Alborath were nudging back the encroaching twilight. She could imagine how glorious the Highlands would be in spring, or better yet, the full bloom of late summer. She wondered if she might find some way to still be there by then. Maybe after her month with Dageus, she mused, she would stay in Scotland, indefinitely.

Her gaze skimmed the front lawn, coming to rest on the gorgeous, dark man who'd turned her world so completely upside down in just under a week. He was standing, some distance from the castle, inside a circle of massive, ancient stones, talking with Drustan. Gwen had told her the brothers hadn't seen each other in years, though she'd offered no explanation for their estrangement. Inquisitive as Chloe usually was, for a change, she'd resisted prying.

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