Page 20 of A Scot's Devotion
She no longer sat on the horse but stood in the center of a huge circle of stones. A light layer of fog drifted around the monoliths. The silence was deafening.
Yet she wasn't alone.
Someone drew closer.
“Who’s there?” she called out, her voice echoing far and wide.
Nobody answered.
Alarmed, she turned around and around again, with watchful eyes, positive someone was coming.
Close, closer, closer still.
Then nothing.
Yet something was there.
Just ahead.
Next to the closest stone.
Then further out.
Curious, she followed, swearing she caught a glimpse of a skirt around a rock. A woman’s breathing. Soft crying.
“Maeve?” She pursued the mystery woman. “Is that you? Can you hear me?”
She had never believed in ghosts, but now she wondered. How could she not when Maeve seemed to be here despite being dead? She wished she could remember more about her conversation with the woman in her dreams. What she had shared. But it was as elusive as who she followed through the fog now.
“Come back to me,” whispered on a sudden breeze. “Come back to me so we can be together for all time.”
She frowned, unsure why she heard words meant for Aidan.
Until that is, Aidan raced past her into the woodland, summoned by the very request she had just heard.
