Page 143 of Edge of Yesterday

“Black magic?” Lennox repeated. “There is too much of that, these days.”

“Crowe will be pleased we caught her,” Thomas said. “Mayhap, he will give us a reward.”

“Crowe?” Lennox blurted. “Why?”

“She had his dagger.”

Julianna riveted her gaze onto Cailean. He’d gone pale.

“The red-headed witch claimed she found it on the banks of the Reay River,” Thomas said.

“Red-headed?” Cailean repeated. “Tall—did ye say she was tall? How tall?”

Thomas frowned. “A bare inch shorter than me.”

“How was she dressed, man?”

Thomas looked at Lennox, who nodded.

“She wore a thin yellow shift that barely covered her thighs.”

“With a white collar?” Cailean gripped the table edge. “Tell me.”

“Cailean, what is it?” Julianna stared.

“A white collar,” Cailean repeated. “Did the shift have a white collar?”

“Aye.” Thomas nodded. “A white collar.”

Cailean shot to his feet and bolted for the door. Lennox jumped up and Julianna followed. She had to run to keep up with him as he sprinted after Cailean. Lennox reached him in the archway beyond the great hall with Julianna five steps behind.

Lennox seized his arm and yanked him around to face them. “What is wrong?”

Cailean’s face had gone even paler.

Julianna skidded to a halt beside him. “My God, Cailean, what is it?”

“The woman at the Red Lion, is my sister.” He met Julianna’s gaze. “And she has Crowe’s dagger.”

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