“I could die any day of the week. So could you. Our slippery friend upstairs on the other hand…” He shuddered.
“You know who he is?”
“Let’s just say if I knew it was his tower, I wouldn’t have been trying to steal from it.”
“Did you see which way he ran?”
“You will not catch him now. He’ll be back with his people.”
“How do you know?”
“I know a bit about that one. I even know how he can be defeated and I’d be happy to share that little tidbit for the right price.”
Cam reached into his money-belt and brought out a coin, tossing it to the thief. “This better be worth it.”
“There’s a woman locked up on Kirrin Island. She holds the key to his demise.”
“That’s it?”
“That’s all I found out. I’m a thief, not a seer. I only overhear things from time to time. You want him dead, go see her. Goodnight all.”
He was gone in seconds, disappearing into the darkness, leaving the two of them alone.
“Put it on,” Cam said, turning to Rachel.
She stared down at the necklace. How had she come to the past? She’d put the necklace on and grasped it in her fist. Logically, doing the same would send her back to her own time. “What are you going to do now?” she asked.
“Go to Kirrin Island and see what I can find.”
“Alone?”
He nodded.
“You’d do better with a second pair of eyes.”
“You’re not staying. You need to get home where it’s safe.”
“And you might be a Laird but you’re not the boss of me.”
“This way,” he said suddenly, grabbing her hand and sprinting away from the tower.
“What. What is it?”
“People,” he replied, glancing behind him. “Lots of people.”
Chapter Thirteen
Cam stopped running an hour later. Carrying Rachel over his shoulders reminded him of his early training. He set her down in a dark valley far from Glen Currie Tower.
“How are you not even out of breath?” Rachel asked, looking at him as he stood looking back the way they’d come.
“I spent years training with a tree trunk on my shoulders,” he replied.
“Are you saying I’m like a tree trunk?”
“No, lass. You’re a lot lighter.”
She looked past him. “Are we safe?”
