Love by the Stroke of Midnight by Raven McAllan

Author:Raven McAllan [McAllan, Raven]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Contemporary Romance Fiction
Publisher: Totally Entwined Group
Published: 2021-01-20T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Five

Marcail spent the following day alone, reconnecting, as her dad had tactfully said, with the island and her heritage. He still wasn’t happy, but when Marcail questioned him, he sighed.

“I’ve been overruled. For once, grudgingly, I’ll do as I was told. But remember, I didn’t agree and still don’t. Love you though.”

Which told her precisely nothing except that someone had insisted her dad didn’t share his knowledge of what was about to happen. Or was that not happen?

Clear as mud. Marcail walked on, skirted an outcrop of rock covered in bracken, took some photos and decided to try to not think about the future, but enjoy the day.

It wasn’t until lunchtime, when at the tip of the island, where over the centuries a steep cliff had provided safety from invaders, she sat behind a hedge to keep out of the wind and opened the food pack her mum had given her, that she was ready to think about things.

As she looked out over the choppy water, at the grey lowering sky that hinted of rain or more, she acknowledged her parents were right and she needed to re-establish those links to the island, her heritage. Or, if she were being totally honest, establish some of them in the first place. Other things, such as her proposed trip, what Paden had to do with her, and just why she’d been so wrong with Roddy, could wait.

Marcail poured some soup into a mug and sipped it slowly as she let her mind wander over her life. When had she become so intransigent and unwilling to even accept that while she was certain there were no such things as levitating, time travel, witches and seers, others thought differently? Why was she adamantly opposed to them? The expression, ‘but how do you know’ circled round in her mind. She didn’t know, and that might be half the problem.

She was never happy being kept in the dark.

Perhaps she’d been a witch in a previous life and burned at the stake? Or harangued for trying to warn people of things to come? Even though she didn’t believe in having a previous life and couldn’t sense things now. Marcail remembered all the reports she’d read about remote viewers and how different governments had tried to use people to discover what was happening in various places by asking them to concentrate on said place. Eventually the trials had been discontinued due to lack of evidence. But…what if…?

“Start to believe it, mo ghaol.”

One more thing to ponder over.

Engrossed with looking at the water, she didn’t know anyone was around until a polite cough interrupted her reverie.

Marcail looked up, and into the twinkling deep blue eyes of a white-haired, elderly lady.

She blinked as the woman smiled—a smile that lit up her face with welcome—and dipped her head by way of greeting.

Those eyes reminded her of the sheep she’d seen on the way north. Piercing, all-seeing, old and wise.

“I don’t think she’d want to be compared to a sheep, mo ghaol.

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