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her.” Colin wiped a hand over his face. “Donal sought me out. They held a sword at Ian to get her to come with them.”
    “Bloody hell!” Stephen roared, releasing his grip on Colin. “Where are Donal and Ian?”
    “Cesan has taken them to the hills. Betha had already started to pack their belongings when the guards stormed into their home.”
    He grimaced. “Why would Betha be packing? She told me they were not leaving.”
    Colin shrugged.
    “She had a vision,” Osgar interrupted. “It would be the only reason she would flee.” He turned toward Stephen, a look of worry creased his forehead.
    His jaw clenched, and he realized what he had to do. The ocean roared behind him, giving him strength—infusing him with a power he had not felt in over a year. “I will free Betha and bring her to safety. Are there any others in the village that would be in danger?”
    Osgar let out a deep sigh. “Aye. There are a few families who still honor the old ways.”
    Stephen pointed a finger at Colin. “Go to these families. Tell them to be ready an hour before dawn’s first light.” He glanced back at Osgar. “Do ye ken where they might take her for questioning?”
    Osgar blanched. “The abbey is a holy place. There is nowhere...” He paused in thought before his eyes lit up. “Aye, there might be.”
    “I shall return when the families are safe,” said Colin.
    Stephen shook his head. “Nae. Until the threat is removed, no one is safe. I fear whoever this spy is will have ye already on their list, and that includes ye, Osgar. Ye should go to the hills.”
    “This is…my ho…home, Stephen,” stammered Osgar.
    Placing a gentle hand on the man’s shoulder, Stephen tried to comfort him. “And it shall be once again. But heed me on this, druid .” Stephen said the last with reverence.
    “Aye,” whispered Osgar. He bowed his head to Colin. “Go with God, and our Lady.”
    “And the same with ye, Osgar.”
    They watched as Colin descended away from the abbey and down the hill to the village.
    “I would feel honored if ye would bless me before I take my leave, Osgar.”
    Osgar gave a weak smile, “It is I who would be honored, Dragon Knight .”
    Stephen knelt in front of the man, feeling the last ray of light fall over his shoulders.
    The druid placed his hands on Stephen’s shoulders and cast his eyes up toward the sky in an invocation.
    “Bless this Knight, our Lord, and light his path. Give him the strength of your sword arm, St. Michael. Let the hounds of Cuchulainn be his guards. In the blessing of the Old Ones, and the New One, keep him safe on his journey.”
    Osgar lowered his arms and stepped back from Stephen in awe, as the sun’s last ray of light cast a glow about the man, illuminating the fae within.

Chapter Nine
    Arbroath, Scotland—April, Present day
    “From his lips, he spoke the truth. Yet, the nettle’s sting prevented her from understanding its meaning.”
    How green the land seemed, so vast and luscious. The hills behind her fell in soft mounds decked in blossoming heather. The air was pungent with sea salt, and the rhythmic sound of the ocean soothed her senses. The winds swept over and around her causing her hair to fly wildly about, yet, she didn’t care.
    Taking a deep breath, Aileen surveyed the climb up the hills. It would be so tempting to just walk away. She had spent the night with deep dreams haunting her. Liam’s words resonated in them, and she found herself running away.
    “There has to be an explanation,” she murmured.
    Her gaze caught sight of a seagull, and she longed to take flight. Nothing made sense. Neither her father nor Liam. Castle Balleycove. The book. She rubbed her pendant, more confused than ever. “Oh Mom, show me a sign.” Sighing, she stepped on the mossy path leading downward and back to the castle.
    Aileen entered through the back entrance, which led directly into the kitchens. Her head was pounding, and before she sought out her father, she