My Tempting Highlander - A Scottish Historical Time Travel Romance (Highland Hearts - Book 3) by Maeve Greyson

Author:Maeve Greyson [Greyson, Maeve]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Author Maeve Greyson LLC
Published: 2023-01-12T18:30:00+00:00

CHAPTER 15

“Make her come down. She willna open the door for me.”

Eliza shook her head but kept her attention focused on the crackling fire between the opened doors of the brightly painted cast iron stove squatting in the corner of the parlor. “Leave her be. Ye best learn straight off when to leave a Sinclair woman time to cool down.”

How the hell could he leave the woman be when his heart and soul demanded he make things right with her? “We must make her see reason and understand the way of things before we return to the past. This morning went badly. What the hell will she do when she sees I am the wolf she thought lost?” Ronan paced over to the wall of rain-streaked windows and stared out at the bedraggled winter garden. He fisted a hand against the cold damp glass. “How in blazes will she react when she sees Máthair and Graham? The woman already hates me for deceiving her. How badly will she despise me once all is revealed?”

Eliza motioned for Ronan to join her in front of the fire. “Come. I’ve opened the fire portal. Nia will help ye know what best to do.”

He didn’t care for the gleam in the old woman’s eye. He also was not so sure he wished to hear what Granny Sinclair had to say. That sly old woman was more dangerous than a battle-honed warrior. He remained rooted to the spot beside the windows. “I shall listen from here.”

Eliza rolled her eyes and backed into the chair she had pulled in front of the stove. “Verra well, my fine chieftain. I shall leave ye to yer druthers.” She leaned forward, peering into the fire. “Speak loudly, Nia. Our lovely chieftain is none too fond of the fire portal.”

“Where is Mairi?”

A chill rippled across Ronan’s flesh and the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end. Aye, that was Granny Sinclair’s voice echoing from the flames.

“She isna here.” Eliza stirred the coals with the iron poker.

Ronan couldn’t resist. He inched a step closer. “Pray tell, how are Máthair and Graham?” He wasn’t sure how either his mother or friend could have fallen gravely ill so quickly. He’d hoped the evil of the curse wouldn’t poison them so soon.

“Weak.” The flames sputtered and danced as though Granny had breathed upon the fire. “It is the curse. I had thought surely we would have a bit more time, but apparently, I was wrong.” Granny’s voice sank lower but still came through loud and clear. “The witch thought through the curse quite well before she unleashed it. The priestess knew the Sinclair born to free you from the curse would more than likely come from a different century. The longer you are separated from them, the weaker they will get.” Granny’s voice brightened. “But take heart; as soon as you arrive back in this time, they should immediately recover.”

Ronan clasped his hands to the small of his back and stared at the floor as he slowly circled the parlor.

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