Passion of a Scottish Warrior by Sky Purington

Author:Sky Purington
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Time travel
Published: 2016-05-15T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

“JACKIE? CAN YOU hear me?” Darach had never felt such fear…such pain. Not just his own but what Devlin once felt. “Dinnae leave me, lass.”

Enraged and terrified, Darach took down one last man willing to rush him despite what had happened. By the time he made it to Jackie, her head rested in Chiomara’s lap and a wide, black burn scarred her chest. Head bent, the druidess remained unnaturally quiet and still as Darach fell to his knees beside her moments after Eoghan.

She couldn’t be dead.

She just couldn’t be.

“Ye did this,” Eoghan seethed at him. “She was always mine. Never yours.”

“Nay,” Chiomara said softly, her eyes slowly rising to Eoghan. “She was always Devlin’s and ye bloody well knew it.” Her eyes narrowed. “Her blood will forever be on your hands, druid. Ye did this when ye forced Gwendolyn to be yours. When ye threatened our people if ye could not have your way.”

Horrified, Eoghan stared at Jackie and shook his head. “Nay, I will not let her go.” He flung his head back, closed his eyes and started chanting. “I call on Balor, God of Death, give me this lass and I will belong to ye for all eternity.”

“Nay,” Chiomara cried before she flung her head back, closed her eyes and started chanting. “I call on Brigit, Goddess of Divination, to protect my sister’s soul from evil. For this, I will forever do your bidding.”

Wind whipped and immense power fluctuated around the druids. Darach pulled Jackie onto his lap. “I’ve got you, lass,” he whispered in her ear, his brogue thickening with emotion. “I’ll never let ye go.” Then it was Devlin speaking. “I’ll find ye life after life till we can be together again. He will never have you.”

Yet even as he said it, he knew it was being taken out of his hands…out of Devlin’s.

The grass around Eoghan started to die as he continued chanting. Determined to keep Jackie free of his taint, Darach lifted her and staggered against the wind-driven magic toward the oak. More and more land died as the wind grew colder. By the time he sank down against the tree with her on his lap, their surroundings had begun to look eerily familiar.

The riverbed went dry. Leaves turned brown and fell from their limbs. Even the ocean seemed darker and more sinister.

Everything was turning into the Otherworld.

A place, it seemed, solely created for and by this event.

Darach pulled her closer as dark clouds started to twist over Eoghan. Yet something else happened as well. A golden light formed around Chiomara until a beautiful, glowing woman materialized.

“Ye called on me, child,” the woman said. “Ye wish me to save your sister’s soul.”

“Aye, Goddess Brigit.” Chiomara lowered her head. “In exchange, I will do anything ye ask of me.”

“Anything?” Brigit kept her gaze steady. “’Tis a great feat ye ask of me, Druidess. One that will require sacrifice.”

“Anything at all,” Chiomara reiterated. “My sister has watched over me and protected me when others would not.

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