could, Reaghan was leaving.
She had to. Her dreams the night before had been filled with Galen, but also of castles, people, and places that fascinated her. In her dreams she knew these people, intimately knew the castle surrounded by a moat.
Once she awoke, the details of the people and places faded, but they remained in her mind. It only spurred her to find where all this was leading her. She knew in the depths of her soul that the places she dreamed about were real.
Mairi and the other elders knew more about her past, but they wouldn’t tell her. Reaghan knew they thought they were doing that for her own good, and maybe they were. But she needed answers. Answers to the weird images she saw in her dreams, the faces she recognized, and places she saw.
She needed answers to why she was in Loch Awe instead of Foinaven Mountain.
Reaghan sniffed again and started for the table when the pain slammed into her. She doubled over, her head hammering. Nausea rolled viciously in her stomach. She shut her eyes when the room began to spin.
Her knees trembled, and she knew if she didn’t lie down soon, she would fall. Reaghan reached out her arm and tried to feel for the table. Her body tipped forward, but it was empty air, not the edge of the table, her fingers grasped.
Reaghan let out a strangled cry as she landed hard on the floor. Her head, already throbbing, felt as if it were cracking open from the intense and constant pain.
She curled onto her side and knew she had to stay still to quiet her stomach and ease her headache. The pain was blinding. The slightest sound was amplified until her ears rang and it echoed inside her head a hundred times over.
The sunlight that fell through the open shutters and onto her face made her feel as if her eyes were being burned. She used her arm to cover her eyes, but the damage had already been done.
This headache was the worst yet, and she feared they would steadily increase until it killed her.
SIX
Galen would have preferred to keep to himself the rest of the day, but the need for them to earn the Druids’ trust so they could find the artifact and get the Druids to safety had him smiling and talking to all who would venture near him.
He also expected at any moment that one of the elders would make them leave. He wasn’t sure why they hadn’t, but he wasn’t going to question it.
He also wanted to read more of the markings on the stones at the entrance, but he didn’t want anyone seeing him doing it. But everyone continued to be most curious about him and Logan, so much so that he couldn’t take a step without someone watching him.
To his disappointment he never caught another glimpse of Reaghan. He couldn’t help but wonder what she was doing and where she had gone off to. The village wasn’t large, but the thick forest made it simple for a person to hide and remain unseen.
Galen hadn’t learned much through his questioning of the Druids. None knew how to read the markings on the columns, and though they were curious, they were guarded, even silent at times.
They feared for their very lives, which he understood. He wished he could tell them what he was, but if they didn’t trust him now, they surely wouldn’t after that.
He had caught sight of Logan throughout the day. Each time Logan was with a different woman, making her smile, making her laugh. Logan had the women lowering their guard in a way Galen never could. It was Logan’s specialty, and he was a master.
Galen looked at the sky through the thick foliage of the forest, surprised to find the setting sun had turned the sky purple and orange and the deepest red. Despite having to keep his true self from the Druids, he found he enjoyed being around them.
Their magic was soothing and helped to ease the troubles which hounded him relentlessly. Although Galen considered that it could have been the pure majesty of the loch and the forest that eased him.
He couldn’t say which he enjoyed more. He could stare
She had to. Her dreams the night before had been filled with Galen, but also of castles, people, and places that fascinated her. In her dreams she knew these people, intimately knew the castle surrounded by a moat.
Once she awoke, the details of the people and places faded, but they remained in her mind. It only spurred her to find where all this was leading her. She knew in the depths of her soul that the places she dreamed about were real.
Mairi and the other elders knew more about her past, but they wouldn’t tell her. Reaghan knew they thought they were doing that for her own good, and maybe they were. But she needed answers. Answers to the weird images she saw in her dreams, the faces she recognized, and places she saw.
She needed answers to why she was in Loch Awe instead of Foinaven Mountain.
Reaghan sniffed again and started for the table when the pain slammed into her. She doubled over, her head hammering. Nausea rolled viciously in her stomach. She shut her eyes when the room began to spin.
Her knees trembled, and she knew if she didn’t lie down soon, she would fall. Reaghan reached out her arm and tried to feel for the table. Her body tipped forward, but it was empty air, not the edge of the table, her fingers grasped.
Reaghan let out a strangled cry as she landed hard on the floor. Her head, already throbbing, felt as if it were cracking open from the intense and constant pain.
She curled onto her side and knew she had to stay still to quiet her stomach and ease her headache. The pain was blinding. The slightest sound was amplified until her ears rang and it echoed inside her head a hundred times over.
The sunlight that fell through the open shutters and onto her face made her feel as if her eyes were being burned. She used her arm to cover her eyes, but the damage had already been done.
This headache was the worst yet, and she feared they would steadily increase until it killed her.
SIX
Galen would have preferred to keep to himself the rest of the day, but the need for them to earn the Druids’ trust so they could find the artifact and get the Druids to safety had him smiling and talking to all who would venture near him.
He also expected at any moment that one of the elders would make them leave. He wasn’t sure why they hadn’t, but he wasn’t going to question it.
He also wanted to read more of the markings on the stones at the entrance, but he didn’t want anyone seeing him doing it. But everyone continued to be most curious about him and Logan, so much so that he couldn’t take a step without someone watching him.
To his disappointment he never caught another glimpse of Reaghan. He couldn’t help but wonder what she was doing and where she had gone off to. The village wasn’t large, but the thick forest made it simple for a person to hide and remain unseen.
Galen hadn’t learned much through his questioning of the Druids. None knew how to read the markings on the columns, and though they were curious, they were guarded, even silent at times.
They feared for their very lives, which he understood. He wished he could tell them what he was, but if they didn’t trust him now, they surely wouldn’t after that.
He had caught sight of Logan throughout the day. Each time Logan was with a different woman, making her smile, making her laugh. Logan had the women lowering their guard in a way Galen never could. It was Logan’s specialty, and he was a master.
Galen looked at the sky through the thick foliage of the forest, surprised to find the setting sun had turned the sky purple and orange and the deepest red. Despite having to keep his true self from the Druids, he found he enjoyed being around them.
Their magic was soothing and helped to ease the troubles which hounded him relentlessly. Although Galen considered that it could have been the pure majesty of the loch and the forest that eased him.
He couldn’t say which he enjoyed more. He could stare
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