Page 43 of Desiring the Highland Laird
If that were true, then she was destined to go to Edinburgh just as she was destined to travel back in time. She made her way to the bed and sat on the edge, feeling lightheaded.
“Where are the other two pieces of the stone?” she asked, peering up at Hamish, trying to control her violent shaking.
“I dinnae ken. Only the Triple Goddess does.”
“And they didn’t share this information with you, I gather.”
“They did not.”
But if she were part of the prophecy…then did that mean Chloe and Brianna were, too?
Oh, if she could send them a message to ask! Centuries separated them from her. Chloe must be frantic with worry by now. And Brianna…well, Brianna was living a life of leisure in the Caribbean and ignorant of everything she and Chloe had been up to the last few years.
“Thank you for telling me, Hamish,” she said. “I do appreciate it.”
“Ye believe me and the prophecy?” He gave her a look of hope.
“You believe I’m from the future?”
He grinned. “Aye, I do.”
How could shenotbelieve the prophecy? She glanced down at the lines in her palm. “Yes, I believe.”
“Och, good, lass. Then ye’ll have to make Callum believe.”
She frowned. It was a task she was not looking forward to. Nor was she interested in spending the night with him in his chamber, even if he did sleep in the chair. She glanced around.
“Perhaps tomorrow I can discuss it with him. Now, I’d like to sleep.”
“I’ll take ye to him—”
“No,” she said, too sharply. “Here.”
He gaped at her. “Here? This room is no used.”
“Good. Then I won’t be disturbed. All I need is a fire and some bed linens.”
The room had but one window, darkened from the nighttime gloom. She would sleep peacefully knowing she would be alone the rest of the night without anyone bothering her.
He gave a nod of understanding. “Ye have to make him believe,” he said. “Yer the one who can. I’ll fetch Roslyn to bring ye some linens then,” Hamish said at last.
“Thank you.”
His words lingered—that she had to make Callum believe she was from the future and this prophecy was true. No pressure or anything.
When he left the room, the door ajar, she turned once again to the line of tapestries. She noticed, then, there were several blank ones after the one of her falling from the sky. She noticed something she hadn’t seen before as she moved closer to one and leaned toward it. An image was starting to form on the blank tapestry next to hers. It was so faint it was hard to see. A woman’s face peered back at her.
A woman who looked remarkably like her sister, Chloe.
*
Roslyn arrived notlong after Hamish left and helped her make up the bed with clean linens. She left and returned with an armload of firewood and some peat to get a fire going in the hearth. Evie had to admit it was cold, but she tried her best to ward off the chill that was seeping into her bones by pacing the length of the small room.
She also did her best to ignore the tapestries along the wall that seemed to move at odd intervals, as if the threads depictingthe events were alive and moving. She cut a glance at Roslyn, but the woman seemed not to notice the strange wall hangings. She told herself it was merely her overactive imagination.
Still, it was better than sharing a room with Callum, the cad who was willing to pawn her off to some strangers.
“Dinnae fash yerself about him, lass,” Roslyn said as she lit the fire. “He’s a good lad and tries to do the right thing.”
