She was supposed to bring them together as a pack, and in doing so, save Camelot and create the modern world that Merlin had seen through the eyes of the other omega.
He turned his gaze back to the basin again.
“Butwhichone of these is her thread?”
It seemed the gods were playing tricks on the wizard because he could tell that he wouldn’t have enough magic to do the ritual four separate times.
“Damned gods, making a mockery of me,” he muttered and it was almost like their laughter echoed off of the low ceiling of the cave he’d spent the past decade inside of. “Laugh all you like, but what will you do if I pull the wrong string?”
A faint sigh filled his ears as if they wished he would figure it out himself, then an image of him reaching inside of the basin and grasping both strings at once filled his mind.
Merlin frowned. “If I do that I will have depleted most of my magic. It will take months to be able to do even the most basic of spells. How am I to help this omega if I do not possess any magic? And what of the other thread? Do you expect me to not guide the other omega who is going to be unceremoniously yanked from her time and thrown somewhere?”
But Merlin’s questions were met with silence. Then, the air thickened with magic that seemed to seep deep into his pores—the gods were giving him a magical boost.
It still would not be enough to keep him at full power, but it would have to do.
“I just hope you know what you are doing,” Merlin said with a sigh before he began to mutter the magical incantation that would bring Guinevere to the past. To Arthur, Lancelot, Bedivere, and Gawain.
They were all men that were deserving of having the kind of love he’d seen through Juneau and Eleanor.
Merlin just hoped that the omega he pulled would be open to it.
Wrapping his fingers around each of the threads, the heat of them was seared painfully into his palm as he gritted his teeth and finished the incantation.
The sheer amount of power flowing into each of his nerve endings was too much for the wizard and his green eyes rolled back into his head as the image of a woman standing in what looked like some kind of museum filled his mind.
“Guinevere,” he called, his voice hoarse. “I finally found you.”
He managed to whisper instructions to the confused looking omega before everything went black and the last thing he heard was the gods wishing him luck for the long journey that was ahead.
Chapter One
“Have you seen this exhibit yet?” Charles asked as he led me through the atrium to where our British history exhibits were.
I shot the man a look that I hoped translated to: ‘I literally work here and have had a hand in designing and updating most of the exhibits here,of courseI’ve seen the exhibit about the Bronze age, are you stupid?’
But instead I feigned ignorance and shook my head. “No, I usually work in other parts of the museum.”
It was a lie, of course, but Trini had asked me to play nice with my date and Ireallywanted her to buy my takeaway for the next month and going on this date had been the deal.
“I see, it is really very unique what you do,” the alpha continued, shooting me a toothy grin that made my skin crawl. “You’ll have to explain it to me as we walk.”
I’d known that he wasn’t for me the moment he’d shown up late to the cafe we were supposed to meet at and had proceeded to harass the waiter until he’d realized I’d gotten there first.
Then he’d given me the limpest handshake known to man and had hurried me out of the shop to his planned destination… which had been, surprise, surprise, my place of work.
I think he thought that it would becheeky—or some other British colloquialism for the word funny—to take me to the place I worked at.
When he led me around the corner earlier I was sure that he was joking and had planned something—anything—else for us to do. But no. The man had bought us tickets and proceeded to walk me through the museum like he was one of the docents rather than my date.
Which was odd because I was pretty sure the man hadn’t sat in a history class since secondary school.
Or, at least, I was pretty sure how British schooling worked. I still struggled with understanding the school system here, even after a year of living in London a lot of it still didn’t make sense to me.
Trini liked to joke that even though I’d picked up my entire life in Washington that I still acted just as American as the day I stepped off of the plane and she was the only one who would dare make that joke with me.
Most of the people we worked with tended to give me a wide berth as I was probably one of the quietest members on staff.
