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SOUL OF A HIGHLANDER PROLOGUE “Are you sure you don’t want to reconsider?” Ramos Servans looked into the eyes of the man who offered to champion his cause. The man from whom he’d very nearly stolen everything. “After all, you better than most know what I really am.” “Aye, that I do. And for that reason alone I stand as yer sponsor.” Ian McCullough shrugged. “Besides, my Sarah vouches for yer character. That should be enough for anyone.” They stood deep in the forest, in the same clearing where only a short time ago they had faced one another as enemies. Now this man, this Guardian, had forgiven him. If only he could forgive himself. “It’s certainly enough for me.” Dallyn nodded his head in agreement. The High General of the Faerie Realm stood with them. He had come to hear Ramos’s decision. “Well, young man, what will it be?” “You offer me an avenue to offset some small portion of the damage I have done. I am eternally grateful. And wholly unworthy. I will do my best to serve you in any way I can.” Ramos bowed his head, guilt eating at his soul. He would never be able to right all his wrongs. The wrongs of his father. Dallyn arched an eyebrow, trading a look with Ian before answering. “Eternity is a very long time, my young friend. A very long time. Welcome to our ranks.” Ian grasped his wrist, shaking his hand. “You’ve made a good choice, Ramos. I’m sure you’ll do well.” “I don’t know how I can repay your kindness.” Ramos stopped. What could he say to this man? “But know that I consider myself in your debt.” “There’s no need for that. You’ve showed yer true colors. Now go on. You’ve work to do.” Ian clapped him on the back before turning and striding away down the path. “You’re ready then?” Dallyn held out a hand, inviting him forward toward the large rocky embankment in the dense trees. “I am.” He was ready to leave this place. Being here brought it all back, the pain and humiliation stark and fresh as if it had been yesterday. The physical wounds might have healed, but it would take more than time to heal the emotional wounds. He had entered the clearing that day, his arm around Ian’s throat, a knife held there. The first thing he’d seen was the rage distorting Reynard’s features, revealing a side of his father he’d only rarely experienced. “You think to defy me? We’ll see about that,” Reynard had threatened Sarah. “Ramos, bring him.” Surprisingly, Ian hadn’t struggled as they’d moved forward. “It’s very simple, mon petit,” his father had said
to Sarah. “Take me to the Portal now, or Ramos kills him. You
can watch the mighty Guardian, sworn Protector of the pitiful mortals,
die, his life blood spilled out on the ground. Here. In front of your
very eyes. Is that what you want?” “There are many things I’ve not told you. Many things you’ve no need to know,” his father had dismissed. “Is it the truth?” he had demanded. “Aye, it’s true.” Ian had answered. “I’ve spent the last six centuries protecting them from the ravages caused by yer people. Those who murder mortals at random for nothing more than the energy released when their soul is forced from its host before its time. Thousands upon thousands of lives lost to those monsters. Those same monsters who would capture the Fountain of Souls for their own purpose, throwing the cycle of life out of balance again, risking what’s left of humanity in both worlds.” “Father?” He’d wanted desperately to have his father deny the horrendous accusations. “You doubt me son? You’d listen to the words of a Guardian? A creature who’s no more than a lap dog to the enemies of our people?” But that was no denial. Instead Sarah had confirmed his fears. “Ian doesn’t lie to you, Ramos. What he tells you is the truth. I attest to that. It’s as I told you before.” “Father? Is what the Guardian says true?” He had to know. Had to hear the words from his father’s own mouth. A cruel smile curled Reynard’s lip. “In a manner of speaking.” “We’re responsible for all those deaths?” This couldn’t be happening. “Deaths which were of no consequence. Mortal deaths. Once we retake the Faerie Realm, once you taste the power of the Fountain, then you’ll understand why all of this has been necessary.” His father had turned his attention back to Sarah then, demanding again she take him to the Portal. “Of no consequence?” How could Reynard say that? “Father, have you forgotten that I am as much mortal as I am Fae? That those lives you so easily dismiss are my people too?” When Reynard had answered, he hadn’t even bothered to look at his son. His words, the words which cut Ramos to the quick, delivered with no more care for his son than a complete stranger. “No. I haven’t forgotten what you are. Nicole, kill one of the men. I don’t care which. Perhaps that will help our little Sarah to understand how serious we are.” “You can’t mean that. He’s your son.” Sarah
had sounded incredulous. Reynard shrugged carelessly. “He’s also a mortal.” His father had lied to him, used him his whole life. And at that moment as he had looked into his father’s eyes, he had seen nothing. No compassion, no care, no love. Ramos had done the only thing he could think of at the time. He had taken the bullet meant for Ian. All those years of training to fight the Fae because they were the monsters who threatened the world of Mortals. And they weren’t the monsters at all. It was his people. That betrayal had nearly driven him mad until he had been offered this
opportunity. Dallyn placed his hand on Ramos’s shoulder and urged him forward, directly into the solid rock face tucked between two large, gnarled trees. One moment he thought he’d slam up against the boulder, the next he stood in a sylvan glen, a place more beautiful than any he had ever seen. The clarity of the colors stole his breath away. He glanced back the direction from which he had come and stopped in amazement at the sight of a huge carved rock door. “Where did that...” He hadn’t seen it before. Dallyn smiled. “You will always be able to find this Portal now. That’s how it works. Once you have been through a Portal, you will always be able to see it. Come now, you have much work to do before you’re fully prepared.” They walked side by side on a wide rock path toward a massive building
just ahead of them. Sunlight glinted off the doors and roof of the structure
as if it were coated in gold. Ramos stared about in awe at the spectacular
beauty. No wonder his people missed it so much. Ramos nodded his head respectfully and then squared his shoulders. With a deep breath he readied himself for that next chapter. For the work and the training that would be required of him to prepare him for his new position. As a Guardian, Protector of the Mortals and of the Fountain of the Souls. CHAPTER ONE Seun Fardach Ranch “So you’ll do nothing to save her? You’ll just sit here and allow her to die?” Mairi MacKiernan clasped her hands tightly in her lap, controlling the urge to strike out at the people sitting across from her. “It’s no a matter of us allowing anything to happen. She’s already dead.” Connor MacKiernan glanced sideways to his wife, Cate, before adding, “Long dead.” “You know it’s forbidden for us to change history.” Cate leaned across the empty space from her chair to Mairi’s, laying a cool hand on her sister-in-law’s forearm. “You can’t torture yourself with what’s past.” Mairi jerked her arm away and rose. They were being so unreasonable, she wanted to scream. Instead, she spoke softly, barely more than a whisper. “That’s yer final word on the matter?” “Aye, it is, little sister.” Connor wore the stubborn look she knew so well. “I warned you when you first set out to hunt our family’s history this could happen. ‘Oh no,’ you said. ‘I’m only curious.’ Now you’ve worked yerself into a fine lather.” Mairi grated her teeth. She might love her older brother, but sometimes he could be the biggest pain in the ass she’d ever dealt with. Especially when he lectured her, as he always assumed he had the right to do. “Verra well.” She turned her back on her family and headed to the door. “And where do you think yer going, lass?” Connor stood, but didn’t follow, held back by his wife’s gentle touch to his hand. “I need to ride.” Mairi strode purposefully from the room. “Let her go, Connor. This is terribly hard for her. Give her some time.” Cate’s voice floated after her. Damn the woman. Kindness was the hardest response to guard against. Tears stung at the back of Mairi’s eyes, but she refused to let them flow. Not yet. Not where anyone could see. She never cried in front of people. Not anymore. Hasty steps took her down the hall and through the yard. Out across the back to the stables, long legs covered the ground rapidly, carrying her to the one measure of freedom still left her. She grabbed her riding tack off the wall as she entered. In very short order, her favorite horse was ready and she was mounted
and outside, quickly bringing the animal to a full gallop across the
open meadow. The wind whipped fine, blond hair loose from her long braid
and stung her face, drying her tears almost as quickly as they fell. Reaching the back side of the meadow, she slowed her mount to a walk. Patting his neck, she urged him onto the trail leading up the mountain, to the little forested stream she loved. There she could almost imagine herself home. When she reached her favorite spot she dismounted and tied her horse
to a tree. He could munch the green grass and still reach the water
while she brooded. Kicking off her shoes, she stretched out at the stream’s
edge, her arms behind her head, and allowed the sound of water rushing
over the rocks to calm her, lull her back to normalcy. Mairi sighed. The old Cate would have sent her to save Marsali Rose. The old Cate would have joined her in the quest. Marsali Rose. Her beloved aunt Rosalyn’s only daughter. The last of the MacKiernan women with the gift of Fae magic. The blessing of their line died out with her. Almost seven hundred years ago. “It’s wrong. It’s so unfair.” Mairi sat up
and stared at the water as it rushed past. Though what few remaining
records she had found said nothing of her aunt, Mairi knew that Rosalyn
would have been devastated by the loss of her only daughter. The thought
of the woman who had been like a mother to her suffering such a horrible
twist of fate was almost more than Mairi could bear. After all Rosalyn
had done for her, she desperately wanted her aunt to be happy. Perhaps if she had remained in her own time, she could have done something to change the outcome for her cousin. “If I’d stayed, I would have been of no use, dead long before the lass was born.” That was, after all, why her sister-in-law had pulled her out, forward to Cate’s time. History showed that the Mairi MacKiernan who lived in 1272 had died, apparently murdered by the man she was to marry, MacPherson the Red. Mairi shuddered. She knew it for a fact. She’d looked it up. She’d almost lived it. “Thank the Fates,” she whispered, more than grateful she’d been spared the horror of wedding that awful man. And yet, she sometimes wondered if the alternative wasn’t worse than the original fate would have been. For a MacKiernan woman, a descendant of the Fae House of Pol, there was no higher purpose in life than to seek out her own true love, her other half, the one who would complete her. But Mairi was sure, for her, this coupling of the souls could never be. She was fated to have died in 1272 so there would have been no one for her in that time. And while she had made a new life for herself in this century, it was not where Fate had intended her to be, so there would be no Soul Mate for her here. Thanks to Cate’s having saved her from certain death, she would spend her life alone, a woman who didn’t belong anywhere. No wonder the Fae had that rule about time travel. You can not change the outcome of history, only alter the circumstances. Picking up a handful of small stones, she tossed them one at a time into the burbling stream while she tried to untangle her thoughts. Cate had justified bringing Mairi, Connor, and Connor’s friend, Robert MacQuarrie, to the future because they were all to have died that day. Bringing them forward didn’t change the outcome of history so they had abided by the Fae rule. Why couldn’t she do the same for Marsali Rose? “Because I dinna have the power.” Reaching her last pebble, she tossed it and, without conscious thought, picked up more, rolling them back and forth between her hands. Like Cate, and Marsali Rose for that matter, Mairi descended from the Fae. She, however, claimed her ancestry through her father’s family, Cate and Marsali Rose through their mothers’. Therein, she knew, lay the difference. The family blessing, and the powers, had been granted by an ancient Faerie prince, Pol, their ancestor. He had bestowed it on his daughters and all their daughters, throughout time. As the daughter of a son, Mairi had no power, the Fae blood in her veins her only tie to the race so long disappeared from the world of man. But what if she did have the power? Would she honestly do things differently if it were up to her? She didn’t know. Didn’t know if she could find the courage to go back to the place where she was betrayed by family she trusted. Back to the place where she had thought she was going to die. To the place she would have died if not for Cate. The thought of confronting her past terrified her and she hated herself for being afraid. Hated the nightmares that plagued her. Hated the idea that she’d become a weak, conforming, frightened woman. The realization that, given the opportunity to help her aunt she might lack the courage to do so gnawed at her almost as much as the knowledge of her aunt’s loss. Her life had turned out so very different from what she’d planned. She drew up her knees, resting her forehead there. “Damned unfair if you ask me,” she mumbled to herself. “I knew I’d find you here. What are you pissin’ and moanin’ about now?” Mairi groaned. Just what she needed to complete her day. Another over-protective he-man telling her what to do. “Jesse.” She peered up over her knees. He leaned against the tree where he’d tied his horse, hands in his pockets, looking deceptively unconcerned and supremely handsome in his jeans and t-shirt. “When did you get back?” “Last night.” He sauntered over to her spot, staring down at her with his unusual brown-green eyes. “I stopped by your apartment on the way in from the airport, but you were gone.” Checking on her again. He didn’t say the words, but she knew. “I left directly for here after my last class.” “Yeah. I know.” She was certain he did. One of Cate’s other brothers, her landlady, or some other ‘spy’ Connor had in place would have told him. “We’ve talked about that before, haven’t we? You knew I was due back last night.” He lowered his six foot plus frame to the ground beside her, stretching out his long legs. “Driving up the mountains in the dark, alone,” he emphasized the word with an arch of his eyebrow that reminded her of Connor, “isn’t such a smart thing for you to be doing. Especially since you haven’t been driving all that long.” She rolled her eyes, the only fitting comment on his annoying bossiness. Sometimes he made it hard to remember that he was Cate’s brother not her own. All of Cate’s brothers behaved the same way. They treated her like she was their little sister; they had from the first moment they had met. As if Connor weren’t bad enough. No wonder she had no desire to find a man of her own and settle down. Not that they gave her any opportunity. To think she’d once considered life in the 13th century restrictive. One thing was for certain. If she ever could have found a man she wanted to spend the rest of her life with, he wouldn’t have been like the ones she was surrounded by now. No domineering, chauvinistic, staggeringly over-confident, alpha male for her. Of course, she would never have to worry about that. “I’m no a child; dinna treat me like one. Besides, it’s nearly all major highway. And I’m an excellent driver.” She dropped her head back on her knees. “Now go away. I’m depressed and yer ruining my wallowing in it.” Jesse reached over and tugged on her braid. “That’s right,
Mairi-Mairi, Quite Contrary. I keep forgetting. You’re all growed
up and legal.” “Yeah, well, the only rugrats around here belong to Cate and I don’t care how old you are, you’re still new to this stuff in my book, kiddo.” His grin lit up his face as he slapped her on the back. “So tell me, what’s got you up here pouting on a glorious day like this, anyway?” “Nothing I can do anything about.” She sat up and rolled her shoulders. “So let’s drop it. What about you? Did you enjoy your side-trip, delivery boy?” “Actually, I did. Other than the suitcase from hell Cate had me take to her friends.” He turned and looked at her, incredulity etched on his face. “Do you realize my sister stuffed that damned huge thing full of books?” “That she did.” Now it was her turn to grin as she imagined his face when the suitcase was opened. “And baby girl clothes and those cute blankets she made for her friend.” “You knew?” “Your mouth is hanging open. You’ll catch bugs.” She leaned back on her forearms. “I knew. What did you think she was so anxious to have delivered she’d no want to wait for the mails to get there?” He shrugged. “I don’t know. Didn’t really think about it until I’d carted it around for a while. Then I panicked, thinking of what Cate would do if it ended up in lost luggage.” Mairi laughed at the images of both her sister-in-law’s ire and Jesse’s concern. “But you enjoyed yourself in spite of yer fears?” Like Jesse had ever in his life been afraid of anything. “Yeah. I can see why Cate and Connor are so fond of the McCulloughs. They really made me feel welcome.” He laughed. “Man, that Sarah is one huge preggo. Ian has to haul her up out of chairs.” “Well, Cate did say the poor thing’s having twins, so it’s no wonder.” “I’d planned on dropping the case and then heading back to Edinburgh, but they wouldn’t hear of it. Insisted I stay the night. Sarah went off to bed early so Ian and I spent the evening getting to know one another. It was quite educational.” He nodded his head contentedly. “Sports or drink?” “Both.” He grinned again. “I told you I enjoyed myself. We shared a bottle of some really fine Scots Whisky and Ian invited me to come back in September to attend a Rugby match with him.” Jesse lay back on the ground, his arms behind his head. “Hmm.” Really, what kind of proper response was there to a man’s reminiscing about talk of sports and drink? “Yeah, Ian and I had quite the visit. Hey, did you know that both Ian and Sarah are Fae descendants?” “Aye. Like Connor and Cate.” Her sister-in-law had mentioned something to that effect. Little wonder they all got on so well. “Not exactly.” He turned on his side, propping his head on one arm. “How’s that?” “I learned some really interesting things from him. Like, did you know that our great, great, great, however many times it is granddaddy Pol wasn’t the only Faerie finding female companionship in the land of mankind?” “No, I dinna.” But it did make sense. Why hadn’t she ever considered that? “Ian and Sarah both descend from completely different lines. And you know what else?” Mairi shook her head. Different lines? “They both have powers. Apparently all Fae descendants have powers of some sort.” “Every single one?” “Yep. That’s what Ian said.” Jesse sat up and stretched his arms above his head before wrapping them around his knees. For Mairi, the idea was staggering. “How can that be? Why is it no that way with us?” “My guess is that it has something to do with Pol’s blessing. Apparently his actions channeled all the power as he directed in the case of his descendants rather than letting nature take her course. Although the daughters have powers of course, and I suppose that even the sons have received a gift of sorts. You know, skills at warfare, fast healers, things like that to enable us to better protect our females. Bizarre, huh?” Not bizarre. Unfair. Wrong. Mairi’s cheeks burned with her indignation. Jesse was forgetting one little piece. One very important piece to her. “The daughters of daughters have powers,” she quietly corrected. “The power passes from mother to daughter. Pol’s female descendants like me, however, dinna fall into that category. I am the daughter of a son. I have no powers of any kind.” “That’s not true. You’re gifted, Mairi.” Jesse smiled as he stood and brushed the pine needles off the seat of his jeans. “You’re brilliant. You have an IQ way beyond the norm. I’m sure it’s why you were able to step into life here so easily.” “That’s no the same thing by any stretch of the imagination.” “It’s close enough. Besides, having one witchy woman in the family is about all I could stand. Cate can handle the weird stuff, you do the brainiac routine, and I’ll just stand around and look good.” He held out a hand and, once she took it, pulled her to her feet. “Come on, genius, let’s get back to the house before dinner’s all gone.” Mairi dusted herself off as she walked over to her mount. She was sure
Jesse’s new information held the solution to her dilemma. She
only needed to figure out how to use it. Ideas raced through her mind
and were quickly discarded or filed under ‘have potential.’
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