Page 36 of Highlander Unraveled
What she said, hinted at, suddenly dawned on me. “Ye’re talking about a massive… Saints, what’s the word…?”
Shona’s face flamed red and she nearly choked when she uttered, “Orgy.”
“Ah, aye, an orgy.” I’d participated in many and I knew Ewan was fond of them also. But that was before we’d both fallen in love.
“Yes, well, I think that we should try it,” she hurried on. “None of the other things I’ve been trying have been working. Nor, pardon my saying so, have your attempts.”
“Does that mean I’ll be…?” I pointed between her and myself. “And with Ewan and Rory…”
“Oh!” Shona’s face glowed even redder than it already was, if that was possible. “No, no, no. We’d all be making love to each other, but separately.” She frowned. “Me with Ewan. Rory with Moira, and you, summoning Emma.”
“Good.” That could cause a host of issues. I found Moira and Shona attractive, but not in a way other than a genuine observance. Emma was the only woman for me. Besides, if we were all to participate in something like that, it would likely put an awkward wedge in our tight bond.
“And what if we all end up in modern day?” I asked, terrified of the unknown, the loudness. All the contraptions and rules I didn’t understand.
“If you’re with Emma would it matter?” Shona asked, turning to look me in the eye for the first time since handing me my breakfast.
I nodded. “Aye… My son…”
Shona’s eyes went downcast. “There is a chance that we will all end up time traveling and not simply bringing Emma back. But I strongly believe that we were all meant to be in this time. Why else would we all be here? Think about it, me, Moira, Emma, Ewan, we aren’t from this time. We’re not even all from thesametime. If we ended up in the modern era, Fate will see us brought back.”
“I’m not sure that’s something I can risk. Not with a son left behind who needs protection. Ye recall how many want my head? They will leap at the chance to see my son buried in my absence.”
“Hide him away while we go up to the glen. Tell whoever it is watching him that if ye dinna return that they are to claim him as their own, to find another clan and to never ever say who Saor really is.”
The thought of losing my son tore at my gut. How could I even contemplate the possibility? And then there was Emma… She would murder me if she knew I even thought about it.
But life without Emma… It wasn’t worth living for me, and if there was a chance I could bring her back, to save her from whatever Fate had tossed at her, then I wanted to. I’d just have to pray my son was safe. Ballocks, but this was a hard decision.
“I will do it,” I ground out.
Shona bit her lip. “I pray the others agree. The moon will be full tonight giving us the highest chances for the magic to work.”
“And that makes a difference…” I’d heard mention of it before. “It wasn’t full the night she disappeared.”
“Sometimes, people simply disappear for no reason other than Fate has taken a chance.” She hurried to add. “I know it isn’t fair, Logan. I know it doesn’t make sense.”
I nodded solemnly. “And we need to take a chance then to get her back. Fate wants to see us chance as much as she has.”
“Maybe Fate is testing you. To see how deep your love goes. Emma or Saor.”
“That is not a choice I’m willing to make.”
“Theoretically, no, but perhaps in this instance, yes?”
“I will go to the glen. To see if the magic can bring Emma back to us, but I do not want to leave my son.”
Shona let out a deep sigh. I could tell she was frustrated with me, with my line of thought. I was frustrated that I even had to contemplate it.
But there did not appear to be any other way. Through gritted teeth, I laid out the plan that she’d suggested. “I will see that he and his nursemaid are tucked away with a guard, that if I should not come back, they are to leave Grant lands under the guise they are a family.”
“We will find her, and the three of you will be reunited.” Her words, spoken in a stronger tone, would have left me with hope, but they weren’t strong, they were laced with doubt, the same doubt that assaulted me every minute of every day for the past three days.
The guards on the battlements shouted a warning, and voices could be heard from the other side. For a split second hope soared that it was Emma, returned from wherever she’d been. But then I heard our friends call out from the other side of the wall.
“Rory and Moira are here,” I said.
The gates were opened; the portcullis raised and in rode the two of them with a dozen guards at their backs.
