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do to find Rhukon? For that matter, was Rhukon still after him? 
    Because his mind spun like an out-of-control top, he shifted to things he’d need to know so he wouldn’t appear a total dolt. What did text mean or page ? What was this gasoline that powered cars? How did men wage war without horses?
    “Eight hundred miles in a day,” he muttered. “That canna be.”
    “Och aye,” Maggie aped a Scottish brogue, “but ’tis.”
    “Has everything changed so much, then?” he murmured.
    “Yes, and especially since 1900.”
    Lachlan shook his head. He reached inward for Kheladin, but the dragon was silent, probably as disconcerted as he was. Were there dragons in this world? Or had they all died out? He was enticed with the woman, wanted her fiercely, but she’d spoken true when she’d said her knowledge would be more useful to him than her body.
    Well now, there’s no reason why I canna have both. “Tell me about 2012.”
    “It might be better if you ask me questions.” She briefly laid a hand over one of his and squeezed.
    “I doona know where to begin.”
    “Where did you come from?”
    He inhaled sharply, reluctant to disclose what might be used against him.
    “Lachlan.” She squeezed his hand again. “I will never hurt you. I need information to help you.”
    Her words held the ring of truth when he tested them with his magic. “The place where ye found me was verra close to where my castle used to stand. I…”
    “Keep going,” she urged. “Just let the words come. We have a little time before we get to my flat.”
    He took stock of just what to tell her. She didn’t need to know about Kheladin or his dragon-shifter magic or the cave. If things went to hell, it was the only place he could retreat that he could fortify with magic.
    She looked at him as if she could read his mind. Who knew with witches? They all had at least one strong suit; mayhap that was hers. Lachlan shuttered his thoughts. His magic was far stronger than hers. Even a tiny trickle would be more than adequate to keep her from his mind.
    “What year—?” she began
    He waved her to silence. “Everything is so new,” he smiled disarmingly, “I fear ’tis a fair challenge to know just where to begin. In 1683 I had an, um, altercation with a powerful warlock. He ensorcelled me.”
    “Ensorcelled, as in put you to sleep?”
    “Aye. I just wakened a few hours ago.”
    Maggie’s breath whistled from between her teeth. She pulled the car into a large square area off the roadway and placed it next to another. “We’re here,” she said brusquely. He grappled with the side of the car door, hunting for the trick to make it spring open. “Never mind. I’ll come round and let you out.”
    His sword clanked loudly against the car when he struggled to unfold his long legs and get out. “You really don’t need that,” she said.
    He raised an eyebrow and stood. “How would I defend us? Is this a world where magic is common? Ye said ye had a witchy grannie.”
    “Come on.” She crooked a finger. “We’re better off talking inside.”
    He followed her into a rambling grey stone building with 1846 carved over the lintel. It looked as if it had once been a manor house. Mayhap the lass had more in the way of resources than he imagined if she could afford such a place. They climbed to the second floor. It confused him. Why would she not receive him in the great room or a parlor?
    Maggie pulled a key from her bag and inserted it into the lockset on a peeling, oak door. “Why do ye keep your bedchamber locked, lass, but not the house proper?”
    “It’s not just my bedroom. This is where I live.” She pushed the door open and gestured him inside. “This was a manor house once upon a time. The family that owns it broke it up into four apartments with a common area downstairs that any of the tenants can use if they want.”
    “The family must have fallen on hard times indeed to rent out their ancestral home to strangers,” he