“I have a few ideas,” she murmured against his neck.
And just like that, she lost her head again.
Chapter Sixteen
Brianna awoke alonein the bed. She sat up on her elbows. In the fireplace, the embers glowed and smoldered. His boots were gone, which meant he was likely somewhere in them, along with his tartan.
She pushed off the blankets and swung her legs off the side of the bed. Her bandaged palm itched as though it were healing. She removed the bandage to see the slice was pink and almost fully healed.
How odd.
She tossed aside the strips of linen and then bent to pick up Jamie’s tunic. As she pulled it on over her head, there was a knock on the door. It startled her. Her heart kicked into a frantic beat.
“Yes?” she called.
The door pushed open and Evie popped her head inside. “Oh, good! You’re awake.”
She grinned as she stepped inside carrying an armload of clothes.
“Am I disturbing you?” Her gaze took in Brianna’s appearance. Her brows lifted as she gave her a knowing smile.
“I just woke up. Look.” She held up her almost healed hand, trying to distract her from her obviously disheveled appearance.
Evie moved toward her to get a closer look, dropping the pile of clothes on the bed next to her. She took her hand in hers, her thumb grazing across the wound.
“It healed as fast as Chloe’s.”
“You’ve seen this before?”
She nodded. “I think it has something to do with the stone and the blood magic.”
Brianna took her hand away and rested it in her lap. She wanted to pretend her piece of the keystone wasn’t resting on the table, but it was impossible.
“I brought you clothes,” she said.
“I have clothes,” Brianna replied, nodding to the neatly folded pile in the chair.
“You’ll want something warmer.”
Evie held up a pair of woolen stockings. Brianna eyed the pile next to her with a suspicious eye. Her sister had abandoned her modern life altogether and embraced this medieval world. Chloe, apparently, had followed in her footsteps. Now, Evie wanted her to do the same.
Brianna wasn’t convinced she was going to stay, though, despite her lovely night with Jamie. A lovely night that seemed endless and wonderful. The memories would not leave her alone.
“You’re going to dress me like you, aren’t you?” she asked, eyeing her medieval outfit.
“You need layers here. I had to convince Chloe, too. I can help you dress.”
The last thing she wanted was her baby sister helping her get dressed. “I don’t need help.”
“Brianna—”
“I don’t,” she interrupted.
Evie held up her hands in surrender. “If you insist. When you’re dressed, we have breakfast in the great hall.”
“Fine.”
Evie headed back to the door, then paused and turned back to her. “Don’t hurt him, Bri.”
