Because we’re brothers and you sense it. We have a sister.
“Can I have my coat back?”
Surrey winked at him and then handed over the garment.
Michael saw Simeon standing with Colin and William near the edge. “What’s he still doing here?”
“He followed me,” Surrey explained. “When I saw that he’d been hit—”
“I’m talking about Simeon. Mr. Simeon!” he shouted. “Go get her help from the duke! Now!”
The time traveler gave the two men he was with a sheepish look before setting his large dark eyes back on Michael. “Now?”
“Now!”
He disappeared. The men thought he fell over. William screamed out and looked over the side.
Surrey stared in utter astonishment and then walked over to where Simeon had just been. “How did he do it?”
“Do what?” William’s voice shook. “Where did he go?”
“Ask him.” The baron pointed to Michael.
“He can travel through time.” Michael didn’t care who knew. He had no time for notions about King Arthur and time travel and being the brother of one of the most infamous bad guys in fiction. Only, he was real. He wouldn’t tell them that he was allegedly Arthur’s son since, according to the duke, lives were at stake.
He gazed at Charlotte, so thankful he didn’t lose her. “My love, just a little longer now.”
“Michael, Preston must be buried.”
“He will be.”
“What do you mean?” Surrey demanded. “How can he travel through time?”
“He was cursed by some witch to travel through time, never to settle down. Something like that.”
“Hmm, that’s quite interesting.”
Michael realized what he’d done. He’d just given Mordred a possible way to find his father. He cast Charlotte a worried look and then glared at the baron.
“Don’t get any ideas, Surrey. No one can go in his place and he can’t bring anyone with him.”
“There are ways around everything, Investigator,” the baron said with a smirk.
Michael sure as hell hoped not.
“Where, exactly, did you say you came from, Pendridge?”
“Captain?” William asked, sounding nervous, still shaken. “I heard Mr. Simeon say to you that the doctors here were not as skilled as the ones fromwhenyou came. What did he mean? Are you one of them, too? Can you travel through time?”
“No.” Michael tried to sound convincing, but Surrey’s unblinking gaze was unsettling.
“You don’t sound like anyone from around here…in England.” Surrey said. “Is black magic at work here?”
Michael laughed. “Listen to yourself—”
“You said your Mr. Simeon could travel through time and you wantmeto listen tomyself?”
Simeon popped in again, scaring William and Colin out of their skin. “The duke is on his way and so are a few others.”
