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wasn’t a fool. “Aye. I doona like that he wanted to go alone.”
    “He’s no’ alone now.”
    Galen ran a hand down his face and sighed. “Ramsey was the one Deirdre caught after you and your brothers. He’s the eldest next to you three MacLeods.”
    “Your point?”
    “He’s cautious for a reason, Lucan. The fact that he wants to face Declan alone doesna sit well with me.”
    “Nor did it with Fallon, which is why my brother sent Charon and Arran to Dunnoth Tower.”
    “Will it be enough though?”
    Lucan’s sea green eyes narrowed. “What are you no’ telling me, Galen?”
    “Nothing. It’s just … I’ve a bad feeling. Ramsey might have admitted to being half Druid, but I’m no’ sure that was all of it.”
    “How so?”
    Galen shook his head. “I’m guessing here, but it was something Reaghan said last night before she fell asleep. She wondered what kind of magic Ramsey had.”
    “Verra powerful if we judge by what we saw in the battle with Deirdre and the awakening of Laria.”
    “Exactly.” Galen leaned forward so that his arms rested on the table. “I did some research on the Druids of Torrachilty Forest.”
    When Galen didn’t immediately continue, Lucan flexed his hands in agitation. “Well?”
    “They were considered the warrior Druids, Lucan. They were feared. Greatly. No one messed with them, no’ even the droughs. ”
    “Ballocks.” Lucan blew out a breath. “I doona know whether to be impressed or worried.”
    “Me either. Reaghan’s question did make me curious. What with Deirdre’s death, Camdyn and Saffron’s wedding, the search for the missing scroll with the spell to bind our gods, and Declan going after Tara, none of us spoke with Ramsey about his magic.”
    Lucan rubbed his forehead. “Nay. We should have. I think we were all so relieved to have Deirdre finally dead that we forgot. But I doona think Ramsey would go after Declan himself if he didna believe he could take him.”
    “And that in itself scares me. I would have expected Hayden or even Camdyn to act in such a way, but no’ Ramsey. He’s the one who thinks everything through, the one who listens to everyone before he makes a comment.”
    “I’ll go tell Fallon,” Lucan said as he stood. “See if you can find out anything else about the Torrachilty Druids.”
    Galen watched Lucan stride away as he continued to worry about Ramsey. It didn’t sit well with any of them that Ramsey had wanted to go alone. They all wanted to fight Declan, but Ramsey and Saffron convinced them of the need to get Tara to the castle first.
    Galen just hoped Ramsey’s decision didn’t cost him his life.
    *   *   *
    Tara stretched her arms over her head and yawned. When she opened her eyes to see the grayness of dawn coming through the shutters she knew she wasn’t in her room.
    A second later the events of the night before rushed through her mind. She slowly sat up, a smile pulling at her lips as she thought of how safe she had felt with Ramsey. It never entered her mind to be afraid of him or of Declan.
    Tara couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt so free. Maybe that’s what allowed her to sleep so deeply, but whatever the cause, she felt like a new woman.
    She threw back the covers and slid off the bed. The mirror on the back of the door stopped her cold when she saw her reflection. She hadn’t paid much attention to the shirt Ramsey had given her the night before, but now she couldn’t look away.
    It was flannel, but one that had been washed many times. The plaid was blue, white, and black and smelled like a heady mixture of pine and man. She turned her nose to the collar and inhaled the scent that was all Ramsey.
    The cuffs were unbuttoned and hung well past her hands when she lowered her arms. She’d never understood why in movies they always showed a woman walking around in the man’s shirt after they’d had sex. Now she knew.
    She’d never felt sexier in her life.
    Tara snorted at her own