zones.
Confusion swept over Deanna—her sexual tension, his anger. She didn't know what to make of it all. "I told you. I had it with me in the graveyard. That's where I found it."
"Nay. It's a family heirloom, locked up for safekeeping." He flicked his hand at her guards. "Take her up to the room next to mine and bar the door."
Her handlers dragged her up two flights of stairs, tossing her into the very room she was staying in—in that other life. Gone were the little modern amenities that someone from the 21 st century would expect—the small refrigerator stocked with juices and sodas, the alarm clock next to the bed. Candles sat where lamps were just yesterday. The room itself was larger too, no longer partitioned off to hold a bathroom.
Deanna slumped down onto the bed, shock beginning to set in as her eyes confirmed the worst. She'd traveled back in time somehow. Had this egotistical brute really been the same man haunting her dreams? It didn't seem possible but her body begged to differ.
The biggest question of all curled her stomach into knots. How did she get back home again?
Chapter Fifteen
Too many impossibilities surrounded the woman upstairs. Ian sent everyone out of the room—other than Munro and Tomas, the captain of his guard. He needed to think, not listen to rampant speculation.
"My laird, I will personally punish the guards at the gate for allowing a Cameron to pass by them." Tomas sat stiffly, his eyes staring straight ahead to some point on the wall. Ian saw the sweat bead on his brow, though the day was cool.
"Nay. Be at ease, Tomas. She didna come through the gate. I felt a powerful magic about her." Ian hoped the lust in his loins came from that magic as well. Any other explanation would sicken him. The Camerons were filth beneath his boots. To be attracted to one? He might as well jump on the back of a kelpie and let the horse drag him to a watery death.
Munro tugged at his earlobe with a shadow of a grin. "She doesna look much like a Cameron, everything on display and all."
"Haud yer wheesht!" Ian slammed his hand down on the table, the sound ricocheting around the room. "I willna discuss her…attributes. We need to find out who sent her here and why."
Munro shrugged. "You're the Druid. Canna you sense her purpose?"
"Nay." Ian growled low in his throat, maddened by his initial failure. "But I will."
Tomas looked over at him now and spoke as his lifelong friend, not his captain. "Dinna you find it odd that she appears on Bealtuinn?"
Ian rolled his eyes at him. "You mean besides the ancient magic, dropping out of nowhere, speaking English with a strange accent and being indecently dressed?" And burning my blood with desire? He wasn't going to admit to that one. There were too many odd things about her to feel comfortable with the temptress under his roof.
"She must be from around here," Munro said. "She recognized you."
"Should I list her oddities again?" Ian shook his head. "She's no from around here but I'm going to find out who she is." He got up from the table and stalked upstairs, ready for a fight.
***
The door opened without so much as a knock but Deanna had been expecting that. She waited behind the door with a heavy wooden vase in her hand, the only weapon she could find. It was the laird himself who stepped through but she didn't care, swinging at his head with a strength pumped full of anger.
His arm shot out and grabbed her wrist before he even turned toward her. Some reflexes. Deanna saw fire brimming in those green eyes as he locked gazes with her. She licked her lips and his nostrils flared.
"You'll have to be faster than that, lass." He took the vase from her hand and set it on a table, still gripping her wrist. "My mother is fond of that vase."
Somehow, the mention of his mother made him a little more human in her eyes and Deanna relaxed a little. Big mistake. He dragged her over to the bed and tossed her down, careful not to get too close to her.
"Start
Confusion swept over Deanna—her sexual tension, his anger. She didn't know what to make of it all. "I told you. I had it with me in the graveyard. That's where I found it."
"Nay. It's a family heirloom, locked up for safekeeping." He flicked his hand at her guards. "Take her up to the room next to mine and bar the door."
Her handlers dragged her up two flights of stairs, tossing her into the very room she was staying in—in that other life. Gone were the little modern amenities that someone from the 21 st century would expect—the small refrigerator stocked with juices and sodas, the alarm clock next to the bed. Candles sat where lamps were just yesterday. The room itself was larger too, no longer partitioned off to hold a bathroom.
Deanna slumped down onto the bed, shock beginning to set in as her eyes confirmed the worst. She'd traveled back in time somehow. Had this egotistical brute really been the same man haunting her dreams? It didn't seem possible but her body begged to differ.
The biggest question of all curled her stomach into knots. How did she get back home again?
Chapter Fifteen
Too many impossibilities surrounded the woman upstairs. Ian sent everyone out of the room—other than Munro and Tomas, the captain of his guard. He needed to think, not listen to rampant speculation.
"My laird, I will personally punish the guards at the gate for allowing a Cameron to pass by them." Tomas sat stiffly, his eyes staring straight ahead to some point on the wall. Ian saw the sweat bead on his brow, though the day was cool.
"Nay. Be at ease, Tomas. She didna come through the gate. I felt a powerful magic about her." Ian hoped the lust in his loins came from that magic as well. Any other explanation would sicken him. The Camerons were filth beneath his boots. To be attracted to one? He might as well jump on the back of a kelpie and let the horse drag him to a watery death.
Munro tugged at his earlobe with a shadow of a grin. "She doesna look much like a Cameron, everything on display and all."
"Haud yer wheesht!" Ian slammed his hand down on the table, the sound ricocheting around the room. "I willna discuss her…attributes. We need to find out who sent her here and why."
Munro shrugged. "You're the Druid. Canna you sense her purpose?"
"Nay." Ian growled low in his throat, maddened by his initial failure. "But I will."
Tomas looked over at him now and spoke as his lifelong friend, not his captain. "Dinna you find it odd that she appears on Bealtuinn?"
Ian rolled his eyes at him. "You mean besides the ancient magic, dropping out of nowhere, speaking English with a strange accent and being indecently dressed?" And burning my blood with desire? He wasn't going to admit to that one. There were too many odd things about her to feel comfortable with the temptress under his roof.
"She must be from around here," Munro said. "She recognized you."
"Should I list her oddities again?" Ian shook his head. "She's no from around here but I'm going to find out who she is." He got up from the table and stalked upstairs, ready for a fight.
***
The door opened without so much as a knock but Deanna had been expecting that. She waited behind the door with a heavy wooden vase in her hand, the only weapon she could find. It was the laird himself who stepped through but she didn't care, swinging at his head with a strength pumped full of anger.
His arm shot out and grabbed her wrist before he even turned toward her. Some reflexes. Deanna saw fire brimming in those green eyes as he locked gazes with her. She licked her lips and his nostrils flared.
"You'll have to be faster than that, lass." He took the vase from her hand and set it on a table, still gripping her wrist. "My mother is fond of that vase."
Somehow, the mention of his mother made him a little more human in her eyes and Deanna relaxed a little. Big mistake. He dragged her over to the bed and tossed her down, careful not to get too close to her.
"Start
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