Highlander's Magic (Highlander Heat #2)

“Did you hear that?” Archie frowned, shaking his head. “I swear I heard something. Whispers from within. Mayhap the faerie folk wish to aid us. We certainly cannae become vulnerable to an attack should MacLean take this opportunity to stake his revenge. Word will soon spread of Angus and Donald’s capture, if it has no’ already.”


“No. I said MacLean can’t die. Don’t do it.” She pressed her hand against the barrier an inch from the warrior’s hand. Electricity buzzed through her, raising the hairs on her arms in a delicious, tingly way. She tried to inch closer.

Katherine eyed John across from her and pressed against the veil nearest him. “Maybe this is why Mary wished for the amulet to return home. Maybe she needed help and asked the fae for aid.”

“Do you really think so?” If her sister was right, untold adventure was on its way.

“Why else are we here? Fae magic brought us back through time. This isn’t a reenactment.”

“I know, but what should we do?” Marie edged closer to Archie.

“The whispers grow stronger, brother. Magic hums in the air.” Archie’s gaze narrowed on her as he searched within.

“Aye, make your wish while I find Mary. I dinnae want her hearing of Angus’s capture afore I can speak to her. The men will be hard-pressed to delay her questioning.”

“Go. I’ll be with you shortly.”

John strode off into the dark.

“Aye, the air vibrates far too strongly no’ to state my desire.” Archie rubbed the veil. “Guardians of Dunyvaig, I ask for a wish. I seek my chief’s return and require your aid in this journey. Send me a sign. I must win this war against MacLean.”

The veil shimmered and Marie’s pulse spiked. “I can almost touch him, sis. The haze is thinning.”

“Marie, I think you should step back,” her sister warned.

“Marie?” Archie whispered her name. “The faeries have given me a name.”

“He heard you, Katherine.” Marie pushed toward him. “I have to warn him not to kill MacLean.”

“Come to me, Marie. Mayhap you are the sign.” His husky words swarmed her senses as he swept his hand through the air.

Her amulet rose, breached the barrier between them and spun into his palm. She’d tell him in person.

“Wait!” Katherine yanked her coat. “You’re not going anywhere without me.”

“Hold onto me. He needs us.” Wind tunneled around her, whipping her hair across her face.

“Come, my faerie.” Archie jerked her amulet.

“Whoa.” She lurched through the barrier and slammed into the warrior. His body was solid, his flesh warm and his hold tight.

“Unbelievable.” His gaze searched hers. “A faerie in truth. My sign, as I wished.”

“I—I—”

The circle was again thick with the haze. But where was Katherine? She should have come with her. She pounded the veil. “Hey, I said to hold on, sis. I don’t want to do this on my own. Get here now, or you’re going to be in a ton of trouble.”



Afraid the faerie would get away, Archie gripped her arm as she called out for another. She had a strange accent, like the Lowlanders. “Who is Katherine?”

“My sister. She was right there with me in the circle.”

“There is none here but you and me.” The faerie’s white-blond hair shimmered to her waist, and her eyes shone the deepest shade of midnight-blue. He stroked the soft folds of her white woolen coat. Never had he known such a fine weave. Her legs were covered in white linen, clothing similar to men’s trews yet completely feminine. White knee-high leather boots encased her feet. Head to toe, a vision.

’Twas a powerful circle to deliver one holding such magic. The power radiating from this circle had beckoned him time and again over the years. The faeries often played, throwing up a haze or causing the wind to sweep through or become completely still. Now it had brought him her. “Mayhap your sister will come another time?”

“She has to come now. Her wish was for both of us.” She struggled to push back in. “I can’t leave her behind.”

“The veil is strong. I’ve never been able to pass through when it’s risen.” He shoved his upper arm against it. “When the haze is gone, you can enter, though none do. ’Tis a sacred place, and now with my wish, the fae have delivered you. Your sister must no’ be needed.”

“Of course she’s needed, and I didn’t mean to answer your wish without my sister.”

“What does your sister look like?”

“We’re identical twins.” She grasped his shirt. “I really can’t leave her behind. I’ve got to get back in.”

“You dinnae appear to have a choice, otherwise she would have come, or you would have been able to return.” Aye, she was here to stay, this faerie with her tiny nose and high cheeks sprinkled with freckles. So young and enchanting. Never had a faerie graced one of his clan with their presence like this. They tinkered and played, but they also guarded their lands, having ensured Dunyvaig never fell into MacLean’s hands. “Magic has brought you to me when we need it the most. I have a war to win, and you’re a wonder bestowed by the circle. You even wear Mary’s amulet. How did you come by it?”