mottled with rage. “I’ll be the savior of our clan.”
Innes could only gape when Donald threw open the door and stalked away. She glanced at Alistair, and then both of them hurried after their brother.
As Innes lifted her skirts and ran down the stairs, she glanced back to see Alistair strapping on his sword. She didn’t have to ask to know that Donald was planning to kill her warrior.
The battle between brothers might very well come sooner than she wanted. That was if Alistair intended to stop Donald from killing the man their family had protected for generations.
She wasn’t sure of Alistair’s intentions, and there wasn’t time to ask. All she could do was hope that the amulet had woken her warrior as her mother told her it would.
CHAPTER THREE
He was thankful that the rain stopped by morning. For a moment, he thought it might continue on for another day. The storm had been fierce.
But as the sun peeked over the mountains, he stepped from the cave and smiled. Scotland. The mountains rose toward the sky, the bright green grass covering every inch. A ray of sunlight shone on the mountain so blindingly that he had to shield his eyes to be able to take in the view.
And what a view it was. Half the mountain was bathed in golden light, giving the grass a vibrant look that almost seemed unreal.
This was his home. The weather was unpredictable at best, and the same mountains looked different every day depending on the conditions.
He breathed easier knowing he was in Scotland. Now, he needed to find some food.
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Innes caught up with Donald after they walked out of the castle, but her words were falling on deaf ears. Nothing she said halted him.
“You can’t do this,” she repeated when they reached the cave.
Donald chuckled, the sound devoid of humor. He didn’t slow as he ducked and walked into the tunnel. “You’ll realize you need to put your faith in me as soon as you stop thinking some dead man held in magic will help us.”
“Never,” Innes stated.
The tunnel was too narrow for Donald to turn around, but she knew anything could happen once they reached the cavern.
Except Donald stood still as stone when he reached it. Innes had to walk around him to see what had made him pause. When her gaze took in the empty slab, she could only stare in shock.
It worked! She had woken the warrior.
“Where is he?” Donald demanded as he swung his head to her.
Innes shrugged in bewilderment. “I’ve no idea.”
Alistair’s gaze lowered to her neck, and Innes knew the minute he noticed that her necklace was gone.
“You should’ve let me kill him here,” Donald said. “Now, I’ll have to hunt him down.”
Donald roughly pushed past her to retrace his steps out. She walked to the empty slab and placed her hands on it. If only she had waited a little longer, she might have been there when he woke.
“I wish you’d told me you were going to wake him,” Alistair said from behind her.
Innes turned and lifted her gaze to him. “I didn’t know that either of you knew about him. Mum told me to keep it secret.”
Alistair shrugged. “It doesna matter now. We need to focus on stopping Donald.”
Once more, Innes was running after Donald. This time she followed Alistair, who tracked their brother. When they came upon him, Donald was sitting on a fallen tree, his sword out with the tip in the ground as he braced both hands on it.
Innes was instantly on guard. So was Alistair, if the way he slowly circled Donald were any indication.
“You woke him, did you no’?” Donald asked in a soft voice.
Innes wasn’t fooled. That tone of voice meant he was furious. She now wished she had gone back to the castle. How many times had she and Alistair chased after Donald when they were growing up? Sometimes they were able to talk him out of doing something foolish before he did it, but most times, they chased after him to get him out of trouble after the deed had been done.
Not until