Chloe did and was surprised at how much it tasted like herbal tea. “I’m impressed, Eve.”
Grinning, she sipped the tea. As she swallowed, she closed her eyes and sighed, as if it had calmed her stomach instantly. “That’s what I needed.”
“You mean, what the baby needed.”
Her eyes flew open. “Shh. Not everyone knows yet.”
“Hopefully, Callum does.”
She flushed and nodded, took another sip.
And now Malcolm because Chloe had blabbed by accident. She decided to keep that to herself.
“Eve, I need to talk to you about something.” She glanced around the busy kitchen. There were too many ears to overhear what she wanted to tell her.
“That sounds serious. Let’s go to my chamber. We’ll have some privacy there.”
Evie led her out of the kitchen back to the stairs where they headed up. She entered a room that hosted a large four poster bed with curtains, with an oversized chest at the foot of it, a wardrobe, a small dressing table with a mirror, a writing desk. Tapestries—certainly not magical ones—hung along the walls to insulate the room. The hearth was devoid of a fire. Evie took the chair from the dressing table and pulled it close to the writing desk, then motioned for Chloe to sit.
She still held the half-eaten oatcake and handed it to Evie, who took it with a smile.
“Something is weighing on you,” Evie said.
“How did you know?”
“We’re twins.” She flashed a smile and took another bite of the oatcake.
“Yesterday, I left the keystone in Malcolm’s bedchamber.” Evie gave her a hopeful look as she said it, but she ignored it and continued. “This morning, I decided to retrieve it from him and…”
She sat up straighter, hope creasing her face. “And?”
Chloe didn’t want to tell her sister anything about their time together. They weren’t teenagers anymore, after all. And besides, what if this thing with Malcolm didn’t work out? She had let her emotions overcome her. She had a lot to think about.
Instead, she reached into her pocket and pulled it out. “I got it back. When I touched it, though, I had another vision.”
“Of the past?” That got her attention.
“Yes. This time, I was looking through the eyes of one of their ancestors.”
She told her about the vision of Alexander, Padrig, and Brodie. Their armies were on the field at the foot of a crag, ready to do battle.
“But the strangest thing of all was the great axe Brodie MacDonald held was glowing.”
Evie gasped. “What do you mean, glowing?”
“It was glowing the entire time he held it. Malcolm said I saw the battle before the Shattering.”
“In the tapestry, the great axe is not glowing,” Evie said.
She shrugged. “I know what I saw. It was glowing. Like a pulsing white light.”
Evie chewed on her lower lip.
“What does it mean?” Chloe asked.
“I don’t know. Maybe it’s a message.”
“What kind of message? A message from the past?”
