Chapter Ten
Brianna followed herout of her room knowing full well she had changed the subject because she didn’t want to deal with the question of Chloe.
Neither of her sisters truly understood her. How could they? There was a ten-year age gap between her and the twins. They’d had a very different childhood than she did—almost charmed. As the older sister, she had been expected to be more responsible, levelheaded, dependable. While the twins—who were late in life children—were allowed to run wild and free.
Brianna admitted now, looking back, there was a certain amount of resentment toward them. When the girls were young, she’d often felt invisible. It had fueled her bad decisions. It had encouraged her to rebel against her parents. Which in turn had garnered their attention.
Not exactly the attention she’d wanted, either.
When they entered the great hall, all those dismal thoughts of her previous life fled her mind. Jamie was there. The moment he saw her, his face lit in a bright smile, showing off his deep dimples. He got to his feet as they entered.
Callum and Malcolm were there, too.
And Chloe, whose sharp emerald gaze bored into her.
But Brianna only had eyes for Jamie. She did her best to ignore her sister’s dagger eyes.
“Good morrow, lass,” he greeted. “I trust ye slept well.”
“Well enough.”
Brianna took the seat nearest him while Evie sat next to Callum. He gave her adoring looks, and it was clear they were mad for each other.
In front of her was a trencher of what appeared to be some type of porridge or oatmeal. Next to it, a stack of oat cakes. It was quiet in the great hall as the men finished eating. Callum kissed his wife’s cheek.
“I have duties to tend.”
She nodded and watched as he headed for the door.
“As do I.”
Malcolm was the second to abandon the great hall, following Callum out.
Tension shifted through the room. Jamie was the last to get to his feet. “I… have horses to tend. Mayhap ye come to see me after? We can have another ride, if ye like.”
He granted her a weak smile as he scurried out behind his two older brothers, the door banging closed behind him, sealing the three of them inside.
It all seemed too convenient for Brianna. Unease flickered through her as she picked up her spoon. Her stomach was suddenly in knots.
Silence.
Chloe glared at her as though she’d committed some heinous crime.
Evie broke the silence first. “The tapestries have changed.”
Chloe’s curious gaze slid in her direction. “Oh? How?”
“We are represented as the Triple Goddess,” she said, as though it were the most natural thing to say. She stuck her spoon into the porridge and took a bite.
“What do you mean represented as the Triple Goddess?” Chloe asked.
“I mean, the images have changed. Instead of Moira, Bridget,and…” She faltered.
“Athea,” Brianna said, filling in the name. “The Goddess of the Future.”
The goddess she represented. They both looked at her in surprise. Eventually, she was going to have to tell them both about the strange dream she’d had.
“You know this?” Evie asked.
