Page 9 of Highlander Unraveled
Shona shook her head. “I dinna get visions. ’Twas a dream.”
“Tell me.”
“I dreamt that Emma was running down a street, but it was a modern street. Rain was falling and she was looking behind her, alarm in her eyes.”
“Was someone chasing her?”
“Nay, not that I could see. But it was so real.” She stroked her belly, and I could see a wave of movement as the bairn inside her did a somersault. “I’ve never had a dream so vivid. I felt like if I just reached my arms out long enough, I could grab hold of her.”
“I need to find her. I need to go to her.”
Shona glanced toward the ground. “When we, the four of us, came back…” She was referring to the time that her, Ewan, Moira and Rory returned to the Highlands from their modern world. But Shona didn’t continue.
“What?”
She looked me in the eyes and I saw sorrow there, guilt. “We wondered if by coming back it would force someone to leave.”
“Why would ye think that?”
Shona shrugged. “I dinna know much about time travel. Why, how or even what, but I do know that nature has a balance of things, and she works hard to keep that balance.”
I ground my teeth, not wanting to put to voice the dark thoughts going through my mind. Emma had been a blessing brought to me a couple years before. Without her, I’d still be locked in the deep dark of my mind. But she’d brought with her a light. Something good I could grasp onto, and I’d felt her pull, felt her haul me out of that darkness.
“I want her back.”
“I know.”
“Help me.”
“I can try.” But she looked doubtful. “Perhaps a trip to the grove? To the stone circle?”
I scrubbed a hand over my face, feeling bereft and determined at the same time.
Ewan returned to me then, a slight shake of his head. “No one has seen her.”
“Scour the woods, the roads, the village,” I ordered. “I’m going to the sacred grove.”
Ewan nodded. “I’ll see it done, my laird.”
“Did ye dream, Logan?” Shona asked.
I shook my head. “Not this time…” My voice trailed off as I recalled those odd dreams from years before.
When I’d been captured and strapped to a table in the torturer’s chamber, Emma had come to me in a dream. She’d given me strength and I’d been able to escape.
Now, Shona had a dream of Emma in another time. Mayhap the way to get her back was through dreams.
I marched toward the water gate. “Open the gates,” I demanded.
I yanked a boat from where it was moored, and seized the oars. Prepared to make my way across the loch.
3
Emma
Present Day
Less than four hours after climbing into Mrs. MacDonald’s compact, blue Vauxhall, we pulled off the A90 onto Belford Road. We’d found Shona and Moira’s address in an old tattered phonebook—and I was exceedingly grateful, and surprised, that it wasn’t unlisted.
