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if you didn’t even remember my name, how can you be so sure you’d remember anything that happened between us?”
    So innocent and lovely, her face all but flaming as she spoke. Without thought, he opened himself to her, allowing himself to see the outline of her soul blazing around her.
    Golden with ragged edges.
    Lifting a hand to her neck, he urged her to look up at him before he responded. “I can assure you I would no have forgotten something as rare as coupling with a woman like you. To my great regret, it dinna happen. You may believe me, lass.”
    He lowered his lips to hers, surprising himself as much as it might have surprised her. And yet it was as if there was no way to avoid it. Not even what he’d seen in that glimpse of her aura could stop him. He simply had no choice.
    Even more surprising was her response. It was as if she melted into him, parting her lips when his tongue demanded entry. She tasted sweet, like honey and mint, and he had to force himself to break the kiss and step away.
    “My thanks for yer kind hospitality, Abigail Porter, and for the loan of yer bed cover.”
    Backing away from her, he opened the door and stepped outside to meet his cousins as they approached.
    “Colin!” Mairi hurried forward and threw her arms around his neck. “Good Lord, what are you wearing? How did you get here? I want to hear everything.”
    Ramos clapped a hand on his shoulder before the two of them hurried him off toward their odd transport.
    Once seated inside, Colin looked back toward the dwelling to see Abigail standing in the open door, her fingers pressed to her lips.
    He resisted the urge to lift his hand in farewell or to call out to her. It was not his right to do so. It was clear from the golden color he’d seen in her aura that she’d already met her Soulmate. Met, though they’d not yet joined. The ragged edges of her aura confirmed that.
    And yet, in spite of this knowledge, he felt inexplicably drawn to her. Perhaps it was because whatever reason the Fae had for ripping him from his own time had something to do with her. At this moment, he simply had no clue as to what that reason might be.
    One thing he was sure of, though. He knew in his bones that he would see her again. He would learn the reason for his being here and he would see Abigail Porter again.
    Selfishly, foolishly, he hoped her aura’s edges would still be ragged when next he laid eyes on her.

Four

    T he past fortnight had been the longest of his life.
    Colin stared out the window of the speeding automobile, watching the unfamiliar scenery whip by.
    “If there’s any who can figure out a way for us to get you home, Pol is definitely the one.” Mairi reached back from her spot in the front passenger seat to pat his knee. “Try no to worry yerself so, Cousin.”
    All that was important to him hung in the balance and his only hope was Pol? How could he not worry? Considering his inability to return to his own time, worry was all that was left to him. This Faerie ancestor they were to meet at the home of Mairi’s brother today was his last chance; this same Faerie ancestor who’d ignored him each and every time he’d gone to the Glen to plead for the ancient Prince’s assistance.
    The lives of Alasdair Maxwell and Simeon MacDowell,the two men who had grown to be as much brothers as friends to him, would forever be on his head were he unable to return. Their lives and the lives of the four thousand men he’d left behind in that field at Methven.
    Dead. So many of them would be dead.
    Only days before as he’d tried to distract himself from his worries, he’d discovered the room his cousin called her research library, filled floor to ceiling with wondrous shelves of books, finer than any he’d seen in all his life. One tome in particular had caught his eye, a history of Scotland’s Wars of Independence. Scanning the index, one name in particular had stood out: Methven. He’d hurriedly flipped the pages to read about