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they were more like a dream. Or like watching actors at the theater. When they all came at her at once, they were more of a nightmare.
    She crossed to the window and pulled back the drapes. The moon still hung high in the sky. She caught a flash of movement a story below her, the top of a blond head moving across the inn yard. Lord Brimsworth? No, that must be wishful thinking.
    Wishful? She scoffed at her own thoughts. The day she wished for that Adonis to come and chew on her collarbone some more would be the day she was due for Bedlam. It was peace she wished for. Just a few moments.
    A small shower of pebbles hit her window. She looked down and saw the man motioning with his arms, as though he wanted her to raise the window. She shook her head vehemently and let the drapes fall back in place.
    Another shower of tiny stones hit the window. Maybe he would go away if she conceded. She thrust back the drapes and opened the creaky pane. Cold air rushed into the room, sliding beneath her nightrail.
    “Lord Brimsworth, what do ye want?” She scowled at him.
    He called back, his voice somewhat quiet, “You.” He smiled.
    Her heart clenched. He did have the most amazing smile with straight, white teeth. But he was also dangerous. She moved to close the window, and pebbles hit her this time. She gasped.
    “Are ye tryin’ ta kill me?” she hissed.
    “I have excellent aim, Miss Macleod,” he said, his stance completely relaxed. “If I’d wanted to do you harm, I would have done it by now.”
    She supposed that much was true. He could have done her harm in Blackmoor’s study or on the cobblestone path this evening if he was of a mind.
    “I only want a moment of your time,” he added.
    “Can ye no’ wait ’til the mornin’?”
    “You won’t be alone in the morning,” he said, raising one eyebrow.
    She couldn’t see his future. So, she didn’t know if that much was true. But it was interesting to know that, from this distance, his future was blank to her, while others’ still swarmed around her.
    Caitrin heard a shout from the room next to hers. Then a guttural curse. She plugged her ears with her fingers and squeezed her eyes shut tightly. She could already see the future of the occupants of the room. And there wasn’t a bloody thing she could do about it. This time, even their future emotions struck her, causing her to double over in pain.
    “Miss Macleod?” she heard from the open window.
    “I canna do this right now,” she murmured to herself.
    “You can’t do what?” he asked.
    How had he heard her quiet complaint?
    Caitrin lifted the pillow from the bed and wrapped it around her ears, trying to muffle some of the sound coming from the nearby room. It failed to work. She sank to the floor and drew her knees to her chest and rocked, trying to find a soothing rhythm that could take her out of time and space.
    “If you don’t answer me, Miss Macleod, I’m coming up there.”
    She couldn’t respond. Feeling anything at all was much too painful.
    She did hear a loud thump against the outside of the building and then saw two hands grasp the windowsill. She bent her head and rested her eyes against her knees. Let him come. Let anyone come. It couldn’t be worse than what she was experiencing at that moment.
    “Aughhh!” She groaned aloud as he crossed the room and walked toward her. Then he touched her. And her world went silent. The images in her mind vanished. All she heard was the chirp of crickets from outside the window and the whinny of a horse in the stables.
    She jumped up and threw her arms around his neck, hugging him to her tightly. Lord Brimsworth caught her in the air and didn’t let go when she clutched him frantically.
    “Finally happy to see me?” He chuckled quietly in her ear as he stroked her back.
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    Dash had never been as scared as he was when he’d heard her cry out in pain. It was truly odd, because he usually gave little thought to the feelings of others. But he