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anger. Instead, Arran had said nothing.
    Ever since coming to Dunnoth Tower, Ramsey hadn’t been himself. Whether it was because of Tara, or finally admitting to everyone he was half Druid as well as Warrior, and then using his magic, he didn’t know.
    Nor did it matter. All he wanted was to return to being the man he was. The man who always kept himself in control. The man who didn’t make rash decisions. The man who thought things through thoroughly at least six times before making a decision.
    The man who didn’t let anger rule him.
    Ramsey tossed another log on the fire before he leaned his ear against the door to listen for sounds of Tara. When he heard nothing, he feared she might have run away again.
    He had the door open before the thought finished in his mind. When he caught sight of Tara asleep beneath covers she had pulled nearly over her head, he quietly closed the door. It wasn’t until he was seated on the couch and caught sight of Tara’s boots that he realized what kind of fool he’d just made of himself.
    “What is wrong with me?” he asked.
    His gaze shifted to his arm that rested atop his leg to see the magic still there, still as thick as before.
    Though he had been a man of twenty-one years when Deirdre unbound his god, he had been raised as a Druid of Torrachilty Forest.
    Since their magic ran powerful and deep, it was only the males who could control it. Any female born with magic in Torrachilty was killed, because if she were allowed to live she would go insane from the force of the magic.
    Ramsey came from a long line of males from Torrachilty. He had learned spells as soon as he could talk, and they were perfected before he learned any more.
    His teachers had been brutal, but effective. The Druids of Torrachilty had been known as the Druid warriors. All Druids, even the droughs, feared them.
    Like all Druids, Ramsey had been taught how the droughs had called up the ancient gods from Hell so they could take the host of a man and rid Britain of Rome. Ramsey had also learned how it had taken both droughs and mies alike to bind the gods inside the men.
    Ramsey had learned how difficult it had been to correct something the droughs had done. There were consequences to such decisions, and those consequences had fallen to the mies . They were the ones who followed the bloodlines the gods would travel through generation after generation.
    But Ramsey’s teachers hadn’t known everything. They hadn’t known about Deirdre or what she would do. They hadn’t realized the gods could be unbound once more.
    And they hadn’t known he would be taken by Deirdre and that his god would be released.
    Ramsey thought of his father and uncles, and he thought of his family. It wasn’t something he allowed himself to do very often, because he had no idea what had happened to them.
    All he did know was that the infamous warrior Druids of Torrachilty Forest were no more.
    He jumped up and reached for the laptop Saffron had sent with him. Sleep he would not get that night, but maybe he could learn something about his people.
    Maybe he could find some clue as to what happened to them, or where they went.
    He would never find his family, that he knew. But if there was another out there, Ramsey wanted to find him. He couldn’t believe he was the last of the Torrachilty Forest Druids.
    It seemed too cruel, too brutal.
    But Ramsey had a sinking feeling it was all true.

 
    CHAPTER NINE
    MacLeod Castle
    Galen sat at the end of the long table in the great hall, his finger tapping slowly on the wood.
    “You look worried.”
    Galen started and turned his head to find Lucan standing beside him. Galen shrugged. “My thoughts are dark today.”
    “You’re no’ the only one.” Lucan lowered himself onto the bench and propped his elbows on the table he had made so many centuries ago. “You’re thinking about Ramsey.”
    Galen wasn’t surprised at the statement. His power might be to read other’s minds, but Lucan