He and Callum stood in front of the tapestries. Malcolm had his hands propped up on his hips while Callum stood with his feet shoulder width apart and his arms folded over his chest. They were both looking at the tapestry with the battle of the night of the Shattering.
The picture in the cloth depicted Moira and her two sisters standing high atop the crag with lightning around them. Moira held something in her fist, which glowed—the keystone— below them, the encroaching army led by Brodie MacDonald holding aloft his great axe.
It was the same great axe she had seen in the vision.
The same great axe that had glowed.
It was glowing in the tapestry.
Evie sucked in a sharp breath the moment she saw it. The men turned to her, not at all surprised to see her or Chloe there in the room.
“It’s true, then,” Evie said.
“Aye,” Callum said.
Chloe made her way toward the tapestry to get a closer look. She paused next to Malcolm, aware of the heat radiating off his body. Was he always so hot?
“This is what ye saw, lass?” he asked.
She nodded as she stared at the now glowing great axe. “It wasn’t doing that before, was it?”
“No,” Evie replied. “It wasn’t.”
“Is it some kind of message?” Chloe asked, something she’d wondered since she first had the vision.
“It could be. Maybe the Triple Goddess is trying to tell us something,” Evie replied.
“But what?” Callum asked. “Why show it now and not before?”
“I think itisa message,” Chloe said. “I think Bridget is trying to tell us something about the great axe.” She turned to face the others. “Why else would it be glowing?”
“There’s only one, well, three people who know the answer.” Evie’s gaze was on the Triple Goddess.
“They can’t exactly speak to us, Eve,” Chloe said.
But that was wrong. Bridget spoke to her in her head when she stood in this room alone. She was the one who had told her to guard the keystone with her life, that she possessed all the power of the stone.
“But,” Chloe added, “maybe there is a way to find out.”
“What do you mean?” Evie asked.
She reached into her pocket, brushing the surface of the stone with her fingertips. The two times she had had the most powerful visions of the past, she had held the stone in her hand. She pulled it out of her pocket and clutched it in her fist, thinking about how it felt when she had the visions. But this time, nothing happened.
She wasn’t sure how to make it work again.
“You’re trying to have another vision,” her sister said, moving closer to her. “Do you think you should?”
“I think I have to try. We have to know why it’s glowing, if it’s truly a message. And if itisa message, what it means.”
She cut a glance to Malcolm. His face was creased with concern.
“Are ye sure that’s a wise idea, lass? I saw the last two,” Malcolm said. “Ye dinnae fare so well during them.”
Something clicked inside her.He saw the last two. Yes. He was with her both times. The first time he was holding her hand. The second time she was wrapped in his arms.
She glanced down at the keystone resting in her scarred hand. Then she held her other hand out to him.
“Take my hand, Malcolm.”
