“What do you know about these tapestries?” she asked.
“Not much, actually,” Evie admitted, her gaze still on the wall hangings. “Hamish was the one who first told me about them. He’s the one who showed them to me. He said they always had images on them. But lately, they’ve been changing and the images on them have been coming true.”
“Who’s Hamish?”
“Their father.” Sorrow tinged her voice.
A signal that something must havehappened to Hamish.
Evie added, “He was killed.”
“You knew him?” Brianna asked.
“Only for a short while.” She turned to her then, reaching for her hands and clasping them in hers. “When I first came, Hamish was the one who told me about this prophecy. He begged me to convince Callum it was real.”
“And does he believe now?”
She smiled. “He does but it did take some doing.” She glanced back at the wall hangings, her gazed fixed on them. “The Triple Goddess had to split the stone into three pieces to keep it out of the hands of Brodie MacDonald.” She released her hand to point to the one wielding the glowing great axe.
“That’s his army?”
“Yes.” She turned back to her then. “Chloe was gifted the piece of the Past. She had…visions.”
That caught her attention. “Visions? Like what?”
“Like she saw the Night of Shadows in her vision. That’s where it all started. There were three goddesses representing Past, Present, and Future who protected this keystone that holds all of Time itself. Sometimes it’s called the Chronos Stone. Others tried to steal it and breach the barriers between the mortal realm and the Realm of Chaos. That became known as the Night of Shadows. So, the three goddesses decided to break the stone into three pieces and hide it to keep it out of their hands. The Shattering.”
The Realm of Chaos.
“Your stone is the Future, Bri,” she said on a whisper.
Her dream with Athea flooded back to her. What message was Athea trying to send to her with the dream? Was that a vision of the future? Of what was to come?
She contemplated telling Evie about the dream, but she wasn’t ready to do that yet.
“So, what are we supposed todowith these pieces of stone? Putthem together? And then what?”
Evie shrugged. “I don’t know. All I know is that we—the MacLeods and the Sinclairs—were tasked with being the protector of it.”
“Three pieces of stone. Two ancient bloodlines. One divine destiny,” she said, remembering what Jamie told her.
“Yes.” Evie nodded. “Jamie told you.”
It was not a question, but Brianna nodded anyway.
They lapsed into silence as Brianna gazed at the three of them in the tapestry. Her in the middle and the twins flanking her. Her relationship with Evie was better than the one she had with Chloe.
Evie wanted a harmonious family. Hence the reason why she’d called Brianna and asked her to come with her to the gala in Scotland.
Chloe tended to bristle when she was around, giving her the hairy eyeball and keeping her at a distance. Hence the reason why Brianna refused to go with Evie to Scotland.
Something she regretted now. If she had gone, would things have turned out differently for them? Would they still be in the past? Would their fate be decided?
“Why does Chloe hate me?”
Evie glanced at her in surprise. She hadn’t meant to ask it aloud, but the words spilled out before she halted them.
“She doesn’t hate you,” Evie said, her voice soft. Then she straightened and reached for her hand again. “Come on. Let’s find something to eat. I’m starving.”
