Soul of a Highlander: A Scottish Time Travel Romance (Arch Through Time Book 13) by Katy Baker

Author:Katy Baker [Baker, Katy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Katy Baker
Published: 2020-07-13T23:00:00+00:00

“I DINNA LIKE IT,” CALLUM said, frowning at the parchment. “This doesnae sound like the MacConnells at all. It isnae their style to harry our borders like this.”

James, Callum’s elderly steward, uncrossed his arms and reached up to scratch the white whiskers that covered his chin. “Ordinarily I would agree with ye but ye’ve seen the report. The crofters down there swear that it was the MacConnells who stole their cattle—and there was a piece of MacConnell plaid found at the scene.”

“That’s easily planted to make us think it’s them.”

“Aye, I suppose so, but if ye dinna think it was the MacConnells then who do ye reckon it was? Who would gain by stirring up trouble with our neighbors?”

Who indeed? There was only one name in Callum’s mind but he didn’t speak it aloud. He stared at the parchment, not seeing the words, his thoughts churning. There were four other parchments just like it scattered over the table in his solar, all with similar tales: stolen cattle and ruined crops.

“That will be all, James,” he said quietly. “I will think on it and decide what’s to be done.”

“But my laird—”

“I said that will be all.”

James nodded, gave a slight bow, and left. Callum leaned his head back against the chair, fighting a headache that began to throb in his temple, feeling like an iron spike being hammered into his skull.

He climbed to his feet and strode over to the window. Down in the bailey Agatha was supervising several maids who were hanging out washing and a stable lad was putting a colt through its paces on a lead line whilst Andrew, the stable master, watched on critically.

It all looked so normal, so peaceful. But it was an illusion. Something was coming, he could feel it. An unseen threat marched closer, all the more dangerous because his people were so unaware of it.

“Curse ye,” he muttered, addressing his comment to the Disinherited. “Why will ye not come out of the shadows? Why will ye not fight me?”

Although James was adamant that the recent cattle raids were the work of a neighboring clan, Callum wasn’t so sure. It didn’t feel right. He suspected something else at play here. But what should he do about it?

There was a knock on the door. He stifled a groan. What now? Couldn’t he be given a moment’s peace?

“Enter,” he called brusquely.

The door swung open and Sophie peeked around it. Callum blinked in surprise, unable to stop the sudden swell of his heart at the sight of her.

“Hi. Agatha said to come up. I hope I’m not disturbing you?”

“Nay,” he said quickly. “Come in.”

She walked into the room and shut the door behind her. Mud caked the hem of her dress and she was carrying a round object wrapped in a torn sack. What on earth had she been doing?

She looked around the room, taking in the bookshelves lined with scrolls and leather-bound tomes and the large desk that sat near the fireplace. Finally her blue-eyed gazed came to rest on him.

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