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    Conall watched with hungry eyes as his Addie
walked from the room. She knew he was there, perhaps not exactly
him, but she did know that there was a presence if not presences
within the room. When she was lying upon the floor, she opened her
beautiful eyes and had connected with that of his. It was the most
powerful moment he had experienced since being cursed between life
and death. He vowed he would touch her, be able to snuggle to her
warm slight body and smell the sweet aroma of her perfume and hair.
He was tempted to lie with her upon the floor, but that would only
bring frustration to him for the lack of the ability to touch her.
So he stayed at his position and watched as she looked at the
ceiling and then finally back to him. He felt her eyes sear into
that of his soul. He knew without a doubt that this woman was his
Addie come back to him. He would bet his fathers keep on that
fact.
    It seemed to him, that it had been hours
before he knew that his waking hour was almost upon him. So he
stood by a vase he placed near the edge of a table and
concentrated. He wanted to appear before her just as midnight was
upon them. He needed her to believe who he was and understand who
she was, but he had to tread lightly, perhaps decipher her reaction
to him before running through to her past.
    Pushing his hand forward his touch moved like
the wind, but did not knock over the object. Feeling frustrated he
tried once again, and came up with the same result. Becoming
angrier he pushed one final time and to his surprise, the vase
tipped over the edge and crashed onto the floor. He just hoped
Addie heard the noise, and would come to investigate.

Chapter Four
    Addie heard a sudden crash above her head and
fell to the floor of her room. Breathing heavily she gathered her
robe and ran from the room. The King couple was nowhere to be seen.
The sound came from above her head and the only place she could
surmise was the noise came from the attic. Moving swiftly to the
stairs she ran up them two at a time.
    When she hit the landing hallway, she slowed
her steps, suddenly becoming wary. She had nothing in which to
defend herself if it was an intruder. However, a thought struck
her. They were in the attic, and they would have had to go through
the front door or kitchens to achieve that space. She was a very
light sleeper, so it occurred to her that she would have awoken if
the doors had opened. Feeling only slightly better she pressed on
to the door.
    Her hand opened it slowly that she was
surprised to see a candle lit upon a table and a massive man
standing next to it. To be fair she was scared, but she was also
rendered speechless. The man was massive with muscles and long
brown hair. He was wearing a kilt, and his chest was bare. She
literally felt drool come out the side of her mouth. Common sense
was over ridden by her curiosity and apparent sudden lust.
    “Guid evenin’, lass.”
    His voice boomed over her sinful thoughts,
and she snapped herself into place and marched into the room.
    “Who in the Hell are you, and why are you in
my home?”
    “Ach, lass, cursin’ shouldna’ pass those
delicious lips.”
    He looked truly shocked at her language, but
she was undeterred.
    “Fine, I ask again, who are you, and why are
you here in my attic?”
    “All in guid time, me lo’e. Pray ‘ave a seat,
sa we may speak.”
    His Scottish accent was overpowering and
hypnotizing. Her body obeyed his request, and he smiled at her. She
felt the gesture clean through to her toes.
    “Ye’re, Addie Campbell,” he stated.
    Nodding her head, she said, “Yes and who
might you be?”
    “Me forename be Conall, Addie,” he said with
hesitation.
    Addie looked confused for a moment and then
flew out from the seat. She moved as far away from him as she
could, and he looked as if she had slapped him. His face took on a
pained expression that she did not understand.
    “Donna mo’e away from me, lass. I am