Wild Highland Rose (Time Travel Trilogy, Book 2) by Davis Dee

Author:Davis, Dee [Davis, Dee]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2011-12-13T02:00:00+00:00

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Cottage was a kind word. Cameron looked at the remains of what had once been a dwelling of some kind. Gaping holes marked where walls had been and vegetation had overtaken its masonry to the point that it resembled a mangled topiary gone wild. A great tree lay drunkenly across the center of the cottage, effectively dividing into two halves, what had been, in better days, a whole house. The tree, obviously the victim of some long gone storm, straddled the structure, its gnarled roots reaching skyward in grotesque imitation of human limbs.

"This is your cottage?"

"I didna say 'twas mine. I only said I knew it was here." Marjory looked as disappointed as he felt. "I knew it had been damaged, but I'd no idea it had been destroyed. What do we do now?" Her voice sounded small and tired. The long trek to the cottage had taken some of the fire out of her.

"Come on. Maybe it's not as bad inside as it looks from out here." He reached for her hand and felt her fingers curl warmly around his. Stepping carefully over debris and tree roots, they made their way to what had once been the door.

"Stay here." He released her hand, pushing her behind him.

"I willna. I'm no' a weak babe that needs protecting." She moved around him and stepped through the doorway.

"Fine. Have it your way." He held out his arm, bowing from the waist in an imitation of chivalry, but his gesture was wasted on her back as she disappeared into the gloom of the interior.

"Marjory wait..." His words were interrupted by her groan. He leapt through the opening, ready to battle whatever it was that threatened her. He barked his shin on something immobile and let out a sharp curse. Feminine laughter filled the air. He stared in its direction, waiting for his eyes to adjust to the shadows. Marjory stood directly in front of him, a beam of starlight from a hole in the roof lighting her face. He grimaced. At least there was a roof—sort of.

"I dinna think you need to attack the chest. It willna harm you. Although as a sentry, I can say with certainty," she rubbed her hip ruefully, "it does a good job."

He turned to find the infidel responsible for his throbbing shin. A waist high chest partially blocked the door. Stepping gingerly around it, he surveyed their newfound castle. There wasn't much left of it, but miraculously the tree had just missed the fireplace. It sat in the far corner, amazingly undamaged.

"Have a look at this."

He turned from his perusal of the hearth to find Marjory in the opposite corner, gleefully looking at what appeared to be a moldy pile of hay. He raised his eyebrows in question.

"'Tis the bed. And it's in passable shape." To illustrate the point, she held up two raggedy blankets.

"You call that a bed?" He could just imagine what was living in there. It made his skin crawl.

"Well, I'd say we're lucky to find anything at all.

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