“I think we should visit the tapestry room to see if anything has changed,” he said.
Brianna didn’t want to see if anything had changed. She didn’t want to see if something was foretold in the woven fabric of the tapestries. The thought of walking into that room sent fear skipping through her. She clutched her spoon, her muscles tight as she peered at him.
“And then what?”
“And then we strategize.”
But Brianna had another idea. “I think the three of us need to put the keystone back together.”
Alarm crossed his features. “’Tis a dangerous idea.”
“And the only idea that may give us the answers we need. We’ll have to activate it with the blood magic, of course.” Even as she said it, her bandaged hand throbbed.
“No,” he said firmly. “I will no allow it.”
Surprise flickered though her. His features were hard and unyielding. “But if it’s the only way, then we should at least try.”
He clenched his jaw, the muscles ticking along the edge as he considered her words. “Mayhap when yer stronger.”
He was right about that. The two visions had left her in a weakened state. She polished off the rest of the bread bowl, her stomach full for the first time in days. There was something endearing about the way he fussed over her. She liked it far too much.
He was still too young for her.
She rose on unsteady legs, intending to return to the tapestry room to sleep and rest. But when she did, he got to his feet, too.
“Just where do ye think yer going, lass?”
“To my room.”
She took one step toward the door and immediately crumpled to the floor with her utter exhaustion. He was there in a flash, though, his arm around her.
“Ye’ll sleep here,” he said.
“But—”
“I’ll hear no more.”
He swept her up, once again carrying her to the bed. When she was settled, she waved him off and kicked off her shoes.
“I don’t suppose you have something I can sleep in besides my clothes.”
She still wore her jeans and sweater from her world.
Jamie rummaged through an oversized chest at the foot of the bed and came up with one of his tunics. He offered it to her.
A strange sensation tingled through her as she looked at it, wondering if it would fit her. He was, after all, quite tall and broad.
“Thanks.” She took it from him, clutching the material against her chest.
“I’ll leave ye be while ye change, then.” He started for the door, then paused and turned back. He pulled something out of his sporran. It was her piece of the stone. Once again, he’d pickedit up for her. “Ye might want to look after this better, lass.”
He winked as he said it. She plucked it from his hand and nodded. He was right, of course. Moira had told her to keep it safe and never let it out of her sight. So far, she’d left it behind twice. He left her alone so she could change.
Chapter Fifteen
It was anawkward feeling wearing Jamie’s shirt.
Well, not exactly awkward. She’d worn men’s shirts before but that was after sleeping together and it was a handy thing to pick up off the floor and slip on while she raided the refrigerator.
