“Okay,Lennox. I need you to break away from your group and meet me at the stone mill.It’s about two hundred meters behind you and to the left. Can you do that?”
“I think so.”
“Good. Meetme there right away.”
As I headed forthe mill, I did my best to ignore the waves of psychic energy bombarding me andstay alert. Trask’s soldiers could be hidden anywhere, and I could be walkinginto a trap for all I knew.
As I arrived atthe ancient stone structure, I could see a woman, standing alone, bathed inmoonlight. The moment I saw her, the disorientation I’d felt since New Yorksubsided, and the feeling was replaced by an inner peace I’d never known. Thekind of peace a Cauld Ane feels when they are truly walking in the path of theFates.
She wasbeautiful. Petite, curvy, with long, blonde hair, and thick-rimmed glasses, andshe was wringing her hands as she paced. Her head whipped my way and shegasped.
“Don’t worry,” Isaid. “I won’t harm you.”
* * *
Lennox
Standing in front of me was atall Cauld Ane man, dressed in a tuxedo jacket and a blue and green kilt. Irecognized him immediately as one of the Royal Family, but couldn’t remember ifhe was Liam or…
Phineas.
I let out agroan. “I really don’t like that you can read my mind.”
“You’ll get usedto it,” he said, in a matter-of-fact tone.
“Why would I getused to it?”
“You were tryingto warn us,” Phineas said, ignoring my question. “Warn us about what?”
What are youdoing, you idiot? You can’t trust him.
You can trustme.
“Stop doingthat!” I hiss-pered.
“No harm willcome to you in my presence, Lennox. I swear to you.”
“Oh, my word,that’s not any better,” I breathed out, my heartbeat spiking. I glanced left,then right, stepping back as I tried to find the quickest way out of thisplace.
“Please, tell mewhat your father has planned.”
I shook my head,doing my best to block my thoughts. “I can’t.”
“Why not?”
“Because as muchas I disagree with what he’s doing, I don’t want him or anyone else hurt.”
He frowned. “Whosaid we’d hurt him?”
“Because that’swhat you do.” I studied his face, looking for his answer before I asked, “Isn’tit?”
“No.” Hescowled, crossing his arms. “I’ve never harmed anyone. Can you say the sameabout your father?”
“You don’t knowanything about my father.”
“I may know morethan you think.”
I shivered.There was something intimidating about this man and yet I’d walked my butt outto a remote area to meet him, proving I was insane.
