Page 61 of Edge of Yesterday

“They took Julianna,” Lennox rasped.

“Aye.”

Lennox lifted his head and met his gaze. “But you are alive and well.”

“I fought our attackers while you were being chased. I left them to be trampled by cattle.” Death by hoof and horns. No worse than they deserved.

A hard look lit Lennox’s eyes. “What of Liam?”

“Your man?” Cailean shook his head. “I’m sorry.”

“Bloody bastards,” Lennox cursed. He stepped into the stirrup and swung up into the saddle. “They have stolen my sister and killed my men. Did ye see which way they went?”

Cailean shook his head.

“Can ye track?”

“Nae.”

“Then ride back to Raghnall and tell my mother what happened. She will send a tracker.”

Cailean knew exactly what to do. Keep quiet. Let history play out as it already had. Fate had righted herself. Lady Julianna was destined to die and there was nothing anyone could do to change it. His chest tightened. There it was. That feeling he’d experienced when she’d been attacked. How could he stand by and let her die? Twice, he’d drawn his sword to protect her.

What if he was here to change the past?

Maybe he’d been sent back in time because he was supposed to make a difference. No matter what happened, it was impossible for history to be untouched by his presence. Who was to say that the history he knew was the real history? After all, the story of who attacked the Mackay bride and who redeemed Heatheredge had already been turned on its head. What if the theory of parallel universes was true and in this universe Lady Julianna lived? But how was he going to save her without giving himself away?

There was only one answer.

Cailean strode to his horse and mounted. “Nae, we don’t need a tracker. I know where she is.”

Lennox’s eyes swung onto him—hard.

“It’s not what you think, Lennox.”

“Nae?” Lennox snarled. “Then you mean to tell me ye are gifted with second sight?”

Cailean turned his horse to face him. “That’s one way of putting it. Now, if you want to save your sister, you won’t waste any more time.”

Ire flashed in Lennox’s eyes, but he said, “Where is she?”

“Hugh Murray has her.”

Lennox’s brows dove down in a fierce frown. “Hugh Murray? Are ye daft? What reason could he have for kidnapping Julianna?”

“I’m not certain.” Cailean shrugged. “Marriage, maybe?”

“He could just as easily woo her,” Lennox said.

“Lady Julianna has at least two other suitors that I’ve seen. There’s no guarantee she would accept Murray’s proposal. This way, she has no choice.”

“He knows my father and I would kill him for abducting her.”

“Even if they were married?” Lennox asked.

Lennox snorted. “Aye.”

“I don’t know,” Cailean said. “Maybe someone else is involved.”