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to the MacPherson could also scuttle the confederation.”
    “MacPherson never intended to join the confederation.” This she nearly shouted. “He never forgave Cattanach for not including him in the initial planning. He’s been colluding with the lesser clans to form a competing confederation.”
    Dominic’s throat worked. “The…lesser clans?”
    “MacGillivray, Davidson, the Macleans of Dochgarroch, Clan Macqueen, the Macintyres of Badenoch and the Clan Macandrews. The ones not related to Clan Chattan by blood.”
    Declan stared at her, his nostrils flared, his lips working. “How…do you know this?”
    How could she respond? “I just do.” The words scraped her throat raw. Because she could tell, not only had she failed to convince them, she’d increased their suspicions about her.
    She hated the look on Dominic’s face. Hated the coldness in his gaze.
    “Leave us Declan,” he said. It was a low growl, one not even his brother would defy.
    But he did. “Doona listen to her,” he said. “Do you need any more evidence of what she is?”
    “Leave. Us.”
    With a huff, Declan spun from the tent. But with his absence, there was no peace.
    Dominic’s expression was harsh, hard.
    “Sit down,” he said. His tone was weary, but firm.
    She sat. She had to. Her knees were about to fail her. She raked back her hair and sighed. “I know what you’re thinking, but it’s not true.”
    “Do you? Do you know what I’m thinking, Maggie?”
    Though it was difficult, she met his gaze. “You think I’m in league with your enemies.”
    “No. That is no’ what I am thinking.”
    She gaped at him. Her lips worked. “Then…what?”
    “I’m thinking you haven’t been truthful with me. From the start you’ve lied.”
    “I have never lied.”
    “You’ve not told the whole truth, Maggie.”
    This she could not deny. “I told you, it’s a crazy story.”
    “I think you need to tell me. You need to tell me everything.”
    She stared at him, her heart aching, her mind in a whirl. If she told him, he would know, for certain who and what she was. Not a spy or an enemy. But a lunatic.
    She wasn’t sure which was worse.
    “Maggie?”
    “I told you the truth when I said I came from a place far to the west, but that’s not all.”
    He sat back. Threaded his fingers. Studied her in steady silence.
    “I…” Oh God. “I’m from the future.”
    His expression did not change. Not by a flicker of an eyelash. That was how she knew he was holding himself in exquisite control.
    “Hundreds of years in the future. The book I told you about, The Macintoshes of Dar ? It’s a history book.”
    Still no reaction. He sat there and stared at her, and she stared right back.
    The silence unnerved her.
    “I am not crazy.”
    The pulse at the corner of his left eye ticked.
    “I don’t know how it happened or why. But I am glad I’m here. I’m so glad I met you. So glad I can save you—”
    “Stop. Just stop.”
    She could not. “If you go, you will die. You and Declan. All your men. Everyone dies there. All but one Macintosh—”
    “Maggie. Stop.”
    “I am not lying.” She put out a lip, although she knew pouting was pointless. “I am from the future. How else would I know you’re building a new chapel in Dar? Or of the granary fire last spring?
    “Those things are hardly secret.”
    “Would I know you lost your dog in a hunting accident? Or that you commissioned a tapestry in his memory?” He remained stoic and unresponsive. “Dominic, I know many things. I know a great rain will come in the fall. The flood will kill hundreds. The resulting famine will nearly destroy your clan in the winter.”
    “Are you saying my people will die?”
    “If you die, yes. Without your leadership, they are doomed, Dominic. Doomed.”
    “It is a concerning story indeed. And impossible to prove…until it happens.” His lip curled. “Convenient, that.”
    Ah lord. How could she convince him? Despondent, she opted for