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carried Donna from the woods. He’d followed Elspeth’s spirit to where Donna lay. The wounds were too similar to be ignored. Elspeth in her green dress, run through with a sword. Donna in soggy stuffed rabbits on her feet and pink fuzzy pants, punctured in the exact same place by a tree.
“Cait!” he cried desperately. He couldn’t lose her. Not now. Not like this. Not again. This was not how love was supposed to be. He was supposed to get forever.
He was powerless to save her. He didn’t have the right kind of magick. But Cait did. She was a healer.
“Don’t leave me, my heart,” he begged. “Cait!”
“What is it?” Cait appeared on the front step as Fergus pushed past, taking Donna inside. The barrier of warmth greeted them as they came out of the cold into the perfect temperature of the house. He placed her on the floor. Cait instantly came beside him and placed her hands over Donna’s wound.
“What happened?” Margareta demanded.
“We were supposed to have forever,” he whispered.
Cait grabbed hold of Fergus’s arm with one hand and began draining his power in order to fuel her own. Margareta placed her hand over Cait’s, letting her take what she needed from her as well.
“Fergus, look,” Margareta said.
He lifted his eyes from Donna to find Elspeth’s spirit looking at him. His dead wife smiled, the same look he’d carried with him through the centuries.
“Elspeth?” He said her name in disbelief.
“Whatever lies ahead,” Elspeth answered softly. She came forward and placed her hand over Cait’s. Before Cait could stop it, Elspeth used the flow of power to drain her spirit into Donna.
Donna gasped and opened her eyes. Cait drew her hand back to reveal a healed stomach.
Fergus leaned over her, cupping her face. “Donna? Can ya hear me?”
She took several deep breaths. “Of course I can hear you. You’re two inches away from my face.”
He gave a small laugh of relief, happy she was alive. “Ya gave me a scare, lass. How are ya feeling?”
“Like…” Donna frowned. “Like I want to bake you cookies.” She sighed heavily and mumbled, “Dammit, Elspeth. We don’t bake in this lifetime.”
“She gave herself to save ya,” Fergus explained.
“No.” Donna pushed up to a sitting position on the floor. “I remember everything. That part of my spirit has been trying to come back to me. Actually, all parts of my spirit have been trying to come back to me.”
“That’s why she was so comfortable with seeing magick,” Cait said to Margareta as if the two of them had been discussing it and the mystery was now solved.
“All parts?” Fergus stroked Donna’s hair away from her cheek. He felt his love in her. Elspeth, Donna, whatever she was called, he felt his soul being reflected back to him. This was his wife. Forever.
Donna smiled at Cait. “Thank you for healing me. I see your powers have gotten much stronger.”
“I’m just glad I was nearby this time,” Cait answered.
“Elspeth?” Margareta reached to hug her. “I’m so happy to see ya. I have waited a long time to thank ya for saving my daughter.”
“Donna,” Donna corrected, returning the hug of her old friend. “Elspeth was a past life, but you’re welcome. Part of me can’t believe how grown Malina is. I’m so glad she’s all right. The other part of me can’t believe I was ever in a fight with a witch hunter.”
“We never told Malina ya died saving her,” Margareta said. “Perhaps we should have, but after Fergus finally delivered her to England, we didn’t see her for a very long time. When she came back to us, she said she felt like an outsider, no matter how much we told her we loved her. She knew how much we all missed Elspeth, and that ya died in the witch trials. It never seemed right to let her carry that blame. But she knows all about ya.”
“Of course.” Donna nodded. “You shouldn’t put that kind of guilt on a kid. What happened was not Malina’s
“Cait!” he cried desperately. He couldn’t lose her. Not now. Not like this. Not again. This was not how love was supposed to be. He was supposed to get forever.
He was powerless to save her. He didn’t have the right kind of magick. But Cait did. She was a healer.
“Don’t leave me, my heart,” he begged. “Cait!”
“What is it?” Cait appeared on the front step as Fergus pushed past, taking Donna inside. The barrier of warmth greeted them as they came out of the cold into the perfect temperature of the house. He placed her on the floor. Cait instantly came beside him and placed her hands over Donna’s wound.
“What happened?” Margareta demanded.
“We were supposed to have forever,” he whispered.
Cait grabbed hold of Fergus’s arm with one hand and began draining his power in order to fuel her own. Margareta placed her hand over Cait’s, letting her take what she needed from her as well.
“Fergus, look,” Margareta said.
He lifted his eyes from Donna to find Elspeth’s spirit looking at him. His dead wife smiled, the same look he’d carried with him through the centuries.
“Elspeth?” He said her name in disbelief.
“Whatever lies ahead,” Elspeth answered softly. She came forward and placed her hand over Cait’s. Before Cait could stop it, Elspeth used the flow of power to drain her spirit into Donna.
Donna gasped and opened her eyes. Cait drew her hand back to reveal a healed stomach.
Fergus leaned over her, cupping her face. “Donna? Can ya hear me?”
She took several deep breaths. “Of course I can hear you. You’re two inches away from my face.”
He gave a small laugh of relief, happy she was alive. “Ya gave me a scare, lass. How are ya feeling?”
“Like…” Donna frowned. “Like I want to bake you cookies.” She sighed heavily and mumbled, “Dammit, Elspeth. We don’t bake in this lifetime.”
“She gave herself to save ya,” Fergus explained.
“No.” Donna pushed up to a sitting position on the floor. “I remember everything. That part of my spirit has been trying to come back to me. Actually, all parts of my spirit have been trying to come back to me.”
“That’s why she was so comfortable with seeing magick,” Cait said to Margareta as if the two of them had been discussing it and the mystery was now solved.
“All parts?” Fergus stroked Donna’s hair away from her cheek. He felt his love in her. Elspeth, Donna, whatever she was called, he felt his soul being reflected back to him. This was his wife. Forever.
Donna smiled at Cait. “Thank you for healing me. I see your powers have gotten much stronger.”
“I’m just glad I was nearby this time,” Cait answered.
“Elspeth?” Margareta reached to hug her. “I’m so happy to see ya. I have waited a long time to thank ya for saving my daughter.”
“Donna,” Donna corrected, returning the hug of her old friend. “Elspeth was a past life, but you’re welcome. Part of me can’t believe how grown Malina is. I’m so glad she’s all right. The other part of me can’t believe I was ever in a fight with a witch hunter.”
“We never told Malina ya died saving her,” Margareta said. “Perhaps we should have, but after Fergus finally delivered her to England, we didn’t see her for a very long time. When she came back to us, she said she felt like an outsider, no matter how much we told her we loved her. She knew how much we all missed Elspeth, and that ya died in the witch trials. It never seemed right to let her carry that blame. But she knows all about ya.”
“Of course.” Donna nodded. “You shouldn’t put that kind of guilt on a kid. What happened was not Malina’s
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