“No. A message from the Triple Goddess. You said Bridget spoke to you in your mind. What if she’s trying to tell you something more? Something important?”
“Why is the glowing great axe important?”
“Because I think it might be magic.”
Chloe scoffed. “Do you believe that?”
“After what I’ve seen, yes. And you should, too. You’re here in the past, after all.” Evie frowned, clearly disappointed she didn’t have the same feelings.
She shoved up from the chair, placing the keystone back in her pocket and started to pace. “It all seems so unreal.”
“It is real, though, Chlo.”
She turned to look at her sister, who sat clutching the cup between her hands.
“Do you believe in this prophecy, or are you going along with it?” Chloe demanded.
Evie’s eyebrows lifted, disbelief flashing across her face. “Don’t you believe it? You’ve seen the tapestries.”
She ignored her question and pressed on. “Do you expect me to believe our lives are intertwined with these medieval Highlanders?”
She nodded emphatically. “Yes.”
“I don’t believe in fate and destiny,” she said.
“I didn’t believe in love at first. Until I met Callum,” Evie said, her voice soft and unyielding. “I saw what would happen to him if I didn’t intervene during that battle. I knew he’d die. Moira helped me see that. Moira gave you a piece of the keystone, just as she will give the final piece to Brianna. What more proof do you need?”
She didn’t need proof. It was her own stubbornness that kept her from wanting to believe, to accept the truth in front of her. To accept that she and Malcolm were destined to be together. Did she have feelings for him? She didn’t know. All she did know was that she liked being with him, in his bed. She liked that he had asked her to be there when he returned. Part of her wanted to wait for him, in his chamber, in his bed. The other part of her, the rational part, told her it was crazy to continue down that path.
What future did they have together?
She had a future waiting for her in Edinburgh in her own century.
The thump of the cup on the table got her attention. Evie stood and stepped toward her, taking her hands in hers. As she did, she glanced down at her hand and halted. She turned over the palm that was cut and stared down at the faint line that had healed far too quickly. The branding from the keystone was faded, but still there. Evie traced the pink scar.
“Your hand healed.”
She nodded. Her sister’s warm gaze met hers.
“And you don’t think that’s a sign?”
“I think it’s strange,” Chloe said.
Evie squeezed her hands, then. “I can’t make you believe in prophesies or destinies. I want you to, of course, but it’s up to you to decide.”
She released her and headed for the chamber door.
“Where are you going?” Chloe asked.
“To see if the great axe is glowing in the tapestry.” She pulled open the door and disappeared into the hallway.
Huffing out a breath, Chloe followed.
CHAPTER 22
Evie hurried down the hallway and the winding stone stairs, Chloe on her heels. They crossed the great hall and headed to what they were now referring to as the tapestry room. When they rounded the corner, they saw the door already stood open.
Her sister halted and gave a questioning glance back to her. Chloe shrugged but when she heard Malcolm’s distinct voice, she knew who was inside.
