“Not far.” He caught her frown and a glimmer of gold in the
moonlight. Why did she wear his stepmother’s brooch? He was tempted to question
her, but he’d wait until he secured her in the castle.
Patrick whirled on his heel and started walking, expecting
her to continue following. He squeezed his fist tight then uncurled his
fingers. Too many questions rattled around in his head. Was she involved with fae magic? Munn claimed the faerie,
Caitrina, caused the visions. Was the lass in league with the faerie?
They left the trees, finding the sky had cleared. Patrick
straightened his shoulders with pride at the sight of Castle Lachlan in the
glow of the full moon. The lass would be impressed. He stopped and waited for
her to catch up. Disappointment tweaked his pride when she didn’t compliment
the fortification of his home. When he grasped her elbow to guide her down the
grassy slope, she trembled.
Maybe she wasn’t of his station. Nae. Her garments were too
fine not to be. She stared toward the castle, took a step, hesitated, and
almost tripped him. He urged her forward with light pressure. She stopped when
they neared the beach across the water from the castle.
“Oh. My. God.” Her trembling increased, and when she tried
to pull away, he released her arm. “This can’t be for real. Please, tell me
that’s not a medieval castle.”
“Medieval? ’Tis my home.”
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very intriguing snippet. is it a time travel book?
ReplyDeleteHi, Nora! Yes. Scottish historical time travel with faeries. Thanks for visiting!
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