Destiny Kills (Myth and Magic 1)

I crossed my arms and shivered. “Stupid, more likely.”

“Aye. Are you staying nearby, lass? Can I drive you anywhere?”

“I’m not staying far away, and I’ll be fine walking. But thanks for the offer.”

He nodded, then shoved his hands deep into the pockets of his big old coat and continued on his way. I thought about pulling out my own coat, but given my sodden state, that would be pointless. It’d be wet in no time and I’d end up just as cold. I resolutely turned and splashed my way up the pavement, following the river and that tiny spark inside that said the home of my ancestors was close. A spark that drew me on, even though exhaustion and cold were trembling through my limbs.

About five minutes later a car rolled to a stop beside me and the passenger window slid down. “Need a lift, gorgeous?”

“Only if you have coffee.”

“I can do better than that,” he said, eyes gleaming with amusement. “I can take you where it’s warm and feed you.”

“I’m yours,” I said, and jumped into the back of the car.

Trae laughed. “Too right, woman.”

I leaned over the seat and gave him a warm, lingering kiss that did a whole lot to chase the chill from my body.

“Nice to see you again,” I murmured, when I could.

“She says through chattering teeth. Even your damned lips are freezing cold. I think you’d better get changed. Blue doesn’t suit your human form.”

I laughed and dropped back onto the seat. I undid the carryall and dragged out some dry clothes, then somewhat awkwardly stripped off the sodden stuff and wriggled into the dry stuff, all the while aware of Trae’s heated gaze watching me, and feeling warmer because of it. I wrung out my hair as much as I could, finger-combed it into some semblance of order, then clambered into the front of the car.

“I believe you promised food.”

“I believe I did.” He started the car, turned the heater to full blast, then drove on.

It was late evening, so the streets were

n’t packed with people, but they were around. Their laughter and music rode the air. He eventually pulled into a parking space outside an old, weatherworn inn. Despite its run-down appearance, inside it looked warm and it was packed with people—more locals than tourists, if the thick brogue filling the air was anything to go by.

We got out and went inside, Trae guiding me with one hand at my back. We found a table near the huge old fireplace, and for several minutes I did nothing more than stand in front of it and melt the ice from my bones.

A few hours, a few ales, and a good meal later, I was feeling decidedly better and sat back with a sigh.

“Feel human again?” Trae asked, a smile teasing his lips.

“As human as I could ever feel.” I drained the last of the ale from my glass, then said, “I guess we’d better move. We need to find somewhere to stay up near the loch, and it’s getting rather late.”

“I’ve already booked us a cabin near Strone Point, which didn’t look that far down from Drumnadrochit’s main center. The owners advertised the cottage as overlooking Urquhart Bay and the loch, so I thought that would be handy.”

“It will be.” Because it would also overlook the sharp hills of my mom’s lands, and the house the scientists were using as their base. I needed to watch that house for a while. Needed to get a feel for their rhythms and movements. I had no idea how we were going to get in, let alone rescue my mother and the kids, but one thing was certain. It could not be rushed.

Still, Mom would feel me near. Would know I’d come back to rescue her, as I’d promised.

“I told the proprietor we’d be arriving a little late.” He glanced at his watch. “She’s going to meet us there with the keys in about half an hour.”

“Should be plenty of time.” I somewhat reluctantly pushed to my feet. Trae held out his hand, and I wrapped my fingers through his, letting him lead me through the crowd.

Once back in the car, I stared out the side window, watching the bright lights of Inverness fade into hills and darkness. Trae turned on the radio, and the gentle melodies that filled the car were restful rather than intrusive. After days of swimming, it was tempting to let my eyes close and drift off to sleep, but that was pretty pointless given that Strone was only fifteen miles away.

Twenty minutes later, the headlights were sweeping across a little white cottage, highlighting the stone-work and the pretty little window boxes. Its curtains were drawn and there were no lights on inside.

“She’s obviously not here yet,” Trae said, stopping the car and turning off the lights.

“No,” I agreed, and climbed out of the car. The wind stirred around me, tugging at my hair and chilling my face. I breathed deep, letting its crispness fill my lungs.