TO
EDINBURGH
Cora tugged
her suitcase behind her along the thin walkway off the train. Jack
walked in front of her, making his way to the door. They were here.
Edinburgh. She wasn’t feeling too excited about it. In fact, she
was struggling to muster up any enthusiasm about this trip at
all.
Jack stepped
off the train and dropped his suitcase near his feet. Turning, and
nearly knocking the air out of her lungs with his lopsided smile
and the dimples popping in his cheeks, he took her case and set it
down.
“ Come on,
beautiful.”
Cora smiled
and placed her hands in his. In one swift move, partly due to the
levitation she felt pull around her and his strength, she was fused
to his side and enjoying the feel of his lips and his breath on her
ear and neck. The rest of her coven tumbled out of the carriage and
stood around them.
“ So, what
now?” Clay asked.
“ I do not
know. Alastair did not say anything. I'm sure someone will be here
to greet us. Otherwise, what would be the point of summoning us
here?”
Tabitha did
have a point. Alastair wasn't just going to tell them to come to
Edinburgh and then ditch them. He had some other ulterior motive.
This made her nervous.
It was
freezing as they walked along the platform, and this time she
wasn’t to blame. The wind whipped around them, biting and snarling
at exposed flesh. She gritted her teeth and pushed her way with the
rest of them to the exit, or what she assumed was the exit. They
were just following the light and the bodies who seemed to know
where they were going. She shivered and huddled closer to
Jack.
They walked
out onto a bridge. As soon as they emerged, the sound of loud
bagpipes assaulted her ears. Standing where they were, they
assessed their surroundings. Directly in front of them, positioned
on a steep incline, was a landmark that dominated the skyline. One
that everyone knew. Edinburgh castle. She wouldn’t actually mind
seeing it, if they had the time. If they weren’t forced to fight,
again.
A tall, brown
gothic monument stood a little closer to their right. The stone
used to create it didn’t look smooth to her. The angles looked
dangerous, with its spikes of sharp steel and its high arches. She
liked it. But then again, she liked most weird things. She surveyed
the sea of people who battled against the harsh winds with their
heads down. She watched one woman walk into another, their hats
obscuring their view as they moved quickly against the wind. No
matter where you were standing, it felt like you were fighting
against the wind that hit you as hard as a car would hit a wall at
high speed.
A tall, skinny
man with long straight ginger hair that hung down to his waist,
caught her attention. His face was tight and drawn, but he didn’t
look malnourished. He just looked skinny. As he neared them, Cora
noticed the man had a good helping of freckles that were sprinkled
along his narrow nose and cheeks. His pale blue eyes smiled at
them. His black leather coat flapped around his feet as he came to
a stop in front her.
“ Awrite, ma
names Tavish Gordon. Hou are yer?”
“ Ermmmm,
fine,” she stammered. She was seriously going to struggle with the
Scottish-ness. They spoke so fast. “How did you know I was the
person you were looking for?”
“ It wisnae
hard, lassie. That one there is a witch.” He pointed at Tabitha.
“Yer seen her robes?” he said with a grin.
Well, he did
have a point. Tabitha stood out a mile in those robes. They were a
burnt copper colour today. According to Tabitha, this was toning
the whole witch thing down.
“ Okay, so what
do you want? Do you have a message?” Jack asked with an air of
impatience.
Cora tried to
hide her smile. Jack hated cold weather, and standing in it for
this long was probably annoying him, as did the strange man, she
could see that too.
“ Alastair sent
me tae yer, he got caught in a meitin’. Haur yer gae.” Tavish
passed her a map. “Yer gaun need that. Yer hotel is
EDINBURGH
Cora tugged
her suitcase behind her along the thin walkway off the train. Jack
walked in front of her, making his way to the door. They were here.
Edinburgh. She wasn’t feeling too excited about it. In fact, she
was struggling to muster up any enthusiasm about this trip at
all.
Jack stepped
off the train and dropped his suitcase near his feet. Turning, and
nearly knocking the air out of her lungs with his lopsided smile
and the dimples popping in his cheeks, he took her case and set it
down.
“ Come on,
beautiful.”
Cora smiled
and placed her hands in his. In one swift move, partly due to the
levitation she felt pull around her and his strength, she was fused
to his side and enjoying the feel of his lips and his breath on her
ear and neck. The rest of her coven tumbled out of the carriage and
stood around them.
“ So, what
now?” Clay asked.
“ I do not
know. Alastair did not say anything. I'm sure someone will be here
to greet us. Otherwise, what would be the point of summoning us
here?”
Tabitha did
have a point. Alastair wasn't just going to tell them to come to
Edinburgh and then ditch them. He had some other ulterior motive.
This made her nervous.
It was
freezing as they walked along the platform, and this time she
wasn’t to blame. The wind whipped around them, biting and snarling
at exposed flesh. She gritted her teeth and pushed her way with the
rest of them to the exit, or what she assumed was the exit. They
were just following the light and the bodies who seemed to know
where they were going. She shivered and huddled closer to
Jack.
They walked
out onto a bridge. As soon as they emerged, the sound of loud
bagpipes assaulted her ears. Standing where they were, they
assessed their surroundings. Directly in front of them, positioned
on a steep incline, was a landmark that dominated the skyline. One
that everyone knew. Edinburgh castle. She wouldn’t actually mind
seeing it, if they had the time. If they weren’t forced to fight,
again.
A tall, brown
gothic monument stood a little closer to their right. The stone
used to create it didn’t look smooth to her. The angles looked
dangerous, with its spikes of sharp steel and its high arches. She
liked it. But then again, she liked most weird things. She surveyed
the sea of people who battled against the harsh winds with their
heads down. She watched one woman walk into another, their hats
obscuring their view as they moved quickly against the wind. No
matter where you were standing, it felt like you were fighting
against the wind that hit you as hard as a car would hit a wall at
high speed.
A tall, skinny
man with long straight ginger hair that hung down to his waist,
caught her attention. His face was tight and drawn, but he didn’t
look malnourished. He just looked skinny. As he neared them, Cora
noticed the man had a good helping of freckles that were sprinkled
along his narrow nose and cheeks. His pale blue eyes smiled at
them. His black leather coat flapped around his feet as he came to
a stop in front her.
“ Awrite, ma
names Tavish Gordon. Hou are yer?”
“ Ermmmm,
fine,” she stammered. She was seriously going to struggle with the
Scottish-ness. They spoke so fast. “How did you know I was the
person you were looking for?”
“ It wisnae
hard, lassie. That one there is a witch.” He pointed at Tabitha.
“Yer seen her robes?” he said with a grin.
Well, he did
have a point. Tabitha stood out a mile in those robes. They were a
burnt copper colour today. According to Tabitha, this was toning
the whole witch thing down.
“ Okay, so what
do you want? Do you have a message?” Jack asked with an air of
impatience.
Cora tried to
hide her smile. Jack hated cold weather, and standing in it for
this long was probably annoying him, as did the strange man, she
could see that too.
“ Alastair sent
me tae yer, he got caught in a meitin’. Haur yer gae.” Tavish
passed her a map. “Yer gaun need that. Yer hotel is
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