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my feet.
“Now where was I, then?” Calum began.
“Saint Sabastian arrived on the Isle of Skye,” a brown-haired boy suggested, who I recognized as one of the young Rosetti twins.
“Nay! He’s past that part, Fabi. Sabastian had just found the Fairy Pool.”
My gaze bounced between the brothers. The second one must have been Luciano. I studied him; his hair had more of a wave and red spots of acne dotted his forehead.
Fabrizio, whose face was slightly leaner, narrowed his eyes at his brother and opened his mouth, but Calum silenced him with a raised hand. “Yer both right.” His gaze darted between the twins. “Shall I continue?”
There were affirmative responses all around as a warm body sat down next to me.
Ewan’s eyes danced, his hair a tousled shock of red sticking out all over his head. “I found the . . . items we discussed. When do ye wish to start?”
“Right after breakfast.”
The corner of his mouth kicked up. “Aye, my queen.”
I turned back to Calum, and tuned into his story. “. . . the pool was crystal clear and surrounded by rocky cliffs covered in lush foliage. Sabastian Demetri had never seen anythin’ so lovely. His spirit quickened. He knew everything he’d heard about the magical waters was true. Surely, they could cleanse the soul, drive out evil, and even heal his young sister, Meg.”
Warmth saturated my right side and I realized Ewan had pressed up against me, our arms and thighs aligned. I stiffened, but quickly relaxed into the larger body. Under the circumstances, a brother or a friend would share his body heat, just as Blaz had done.
“As Sabastian bent to gather water inta a glass vessel, a scream caused him to start and drop the tiny vile. Watching it sink through the clear water, he debated whether to retrieve it or investigate the cry. He’d only brought four containers. So he reached into the frigid aqua-blue water up to his elbow. But then the voice cried out again. Followed by harsh, male voices.
“Sabastian jerked his arm from the water, secured his satchel containing the other empty vessels across his chest, and set off around the edge of the glistening pool toward the sound. As he rounded a rocky outcroppin’, Sabastian’s heart hammered against his ribs. He’d heard the tales of fairies in the pool making mischief with visitors. Lurin’ men under the water and holdin’ them down until their souls were trapped forever as their playthings.”
Ewan bumped my shoulder with his and I turned to find his auburn brows wiggling. He was eager for me to share his excitement. I smiled and gave him a nod. Calum painted a beautiful story with his words, but I couldn’t help imagine Ewan’s reaction to watching Star Wars or Jurassic Park on the big screen. Would he ghost the movements of the actors while picking apart the logic, like Jamie had during his first movie experience when he’d been trapped with me in Indiana? Or would Ewan immerse himself in a new world? I suspected the latter.
Jamie.
The memory that had casually entered my thoughts ripped its way through my consciousness—Jamie’s large fingers wrapped around mine, his other hand digging into the popcorn as the movie began. Jamie leaning forward, jaw tense, elbows braced on his knees during the Ringwraith’s pursuit of Arwen. Me, nestled up against him, hearing his heartbeat quicken as Aragorn said good-bye to his elven princess with no hope of a reunion. Then Jamie’s golden-brown eyes holding mine.
I bit my lip against the rising sob. Now that I’d unleashed my grief, it was never far from the surface. The gaping loss inside me was eager to swallow me whole. But I’d made a choice—a choice to go on without him, no matter how much it hurt. I let the tears flow, and straightened my spine as leather-clad fingers encased my clenched fist. Silent and reassuring, Ewan held my hand as tears streaked down my face and Calum continued his story.
“. . . Sabastian watched a group of rough
“Now where was I, then?” Calum began.
“Saint Sabastian arrived on the Isle of Skye,” a brown-haired boy suggested, who I recognized as one of the young Rosetti twins.
“Nay! He’s past that part, Fabi. Sabastian had just found the Fairy Pool.”
My gaze bounced between the brothers. The second one must have been Luciano. I studied him; his hair had more of a wave and red spots of acne dotted his forehead.
Fabrizio, whose face was slightly leaner, narrowed his eyes at his brother and opened his mouth, but Calum silenced him with a raised hand. “Yer both right.” His gaze darted between the twins. “Shall I continue?”
There were affirmative responses all around as a warm body sat down next to me.
Ewan’s eyes danced, his hair a tousled shock of red sticking out all over his head. “I found the . . . items we discussed. When do ye wish to start?”
“Right after breakfast.”
The corner of his mouth kicked up. “Aye, my queen.”
I turned back to Calum, and tuned into his story. “. . . the pool was crystal clear and surrounded by rocky cliffs covered in lush foliage. Sabastian Demetri had never seen anythin’ so lovely. His spirit quickened. He knew everything he’d heard about the magical waters was true. Surely, they could cleanse the soul, drive out evil, and even heal his young sister, Meg.”
Warmth saturated my right side and I realized Ewan had pressed up against me, our arms and thighs aligned. I stiffened, but quickly relaxed into the larger body. Under the circumstances, a brother or a friend would share his body heat, just as Blaz had done.
“As Sabastian bent to gather water inta a glass vessel, a scream caused him to start and drop the tiny vile. Watching it sink through the clear water, he debated whether to retrieve it or investigate the cry. He’d only brought four containers. So he reached into the frigid aqua-blue water up to his elbow. But then the voice cried out again. Followed by harsh, male voices.
“Sabastian jerked his arm from the water, secured his satchel containing the other empty vessels across his chest, and set off around the edge of the glistening pool toward the sound. As he rounded a rocky outcroppin’, Sabastian’s heart hammered against his ribs. He’d heard the tales of fairies in the pool making mischief with visitors. Lurin’ men under the water and holdin’ them down until their souls were trapped forever as their playthings.”
Ewan bumped my shoulder with his and I turned to find his auburn brows wiggling. He was eager for me to share his excitement. I smiled and gave him a nod. Calum painted a beautiful story with his words, but I couldn’t help imagine Ewan’s reaction to watching Star Wars or Jurassic Park on the big screen. Would he ghost the movements of the actors while picking apart the logic, like Jamie had during his first movie experience when he’d been trapped with me in Indiana? Or would Ewan immerse himself in a new world? I suspected the latter.
Jamie.
The memory that had casually entered my thoughts ripped its way through my consciousness—Jamie’s large fingers wrapped around mine, his other hand digging into the popcorn as the movie began. Jamie leaning forward, jaw tense, elbows braced on his knees during the Ringwraith’s pursuit of Arwen. Me, nestled up against him, hearing his heartbeat quicken as Aragorn said good-bye to his elven princess with no hope of a reunion. Then Jamie’s golden-brown eyes holding mine.
I bit my lip against the rising sob. Now that I’d unleashed my grief, it was never far from the surface. The gaping loss inside me was eager to swallow me whole. But I’d made a choice—a choice to go on without him, no matter how much it hurt. I let the tears flow, and straightened my spine as leather-clad fingers encased my clenched fist. Silent and reassuring, Ewan held my hand as tears streaked down my face and Calum continued his story.
“. . . Sabastian watched a group of rough
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