Somewhere My Lass (Somewhere In Time) by Beth Trissel

Author:Beth Trissel [Trissel, Beth]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Beth Trissel
Published: 2013-01-23T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fifteen

Neil couldn’t see out the door of the dining room into the entryway of the restaurant, but he didn’t doubt the truth of Mora’s horrified suspicion. Dropping his voice to a gruff whisper, he said, “How in hell did that fiend find us?”

She swiveled back to stare at his face. “Is there some other way out?”

Neil nodded at a red Exit sign offering a glimmer of hope. “The back.”

Mrs. Fergus lifted a cautioning hand. “Patrons don’t use it. We’ll draw attention to ourselves if we duck out that way and sound an alarm.”

Fergus eyed her as though she’d missed the obvious. “We’ll draw a sight more when that maniac strides in here with a sword.”

“Staggers,” his mother reasoned, “if he keeps drinking. Already sounds a little tipsy.”

Neil strove to think. “But not plastered. Besides, we have no idea how long he’ll tarry at the bar before seeking us out.”

Mora shifted her eyes between them. “Mayhap he knows not where we are. This tavern has more than one room.”

“Meanwhile, he seems content to quench his thirst,” Mrs. Fergus said. “Sometimes the best course of action is the last thing anyone expects you to do.”

Neil grunted. “Staying right here would be it.” It was all he could do not to grab Mora then and there and bolt out the back.

She gripped his hand. “What do ye say we should do? Challenge him with naught but a wee blade.”

Mrs. Fergus shook her head. “It’s not yet time to challenge him. Besides, the police will be summoned and may not take our part.”

Fergus blew out his cheeks. “Probably lock us all us.”

“Sassenach soldiers,” Mora hissed.

Neil entwined her fingers in his, though whether he was consoling his bride to be or distant ancestor he didn’t know. “We must have a plan. We can’t just saunter out the front door in hopes that madman doesn’t look around. It’s taking too great a chance.”

Mrs. Fergus didn’t bat an eye. “Remain as you are for now. You’re both in a dark corner, your backs to the door. He can’t see your faces and doesn’t know ours.”

Neil considered. “You want us to sit here and eat while he drinks?”

“Exactly. You three slip out while I pay the bill. I’ll distract him. Hurry to your house and bar the doors. I’ll get a cab.”

“What about going back to Fergus’s?”

Mystery shrouded her eyes. “Not tonight.” Her voice dropped so that he strained to hear above the surrounding chatter. “Remember, Neil, it’s vital that you get through that door before him.”

“Why?”

“To remain a step ahead. You must reach the MacDonald chapel first at Domhnall castle. You cannot run the risk of him taking that tear bottle from you. Once he has that in his possession, it’s all over.”

A chill darted down Neil’s spine. She spoke as if this were really happening. He tried to shake off the near immobilizing sense of unreality and focus on the daunting task that lay before them.

Mrs. Fergus drew the black scarf from around her neck and handed it to Mora.

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