Ordering herself to calm, she answered in kind. “Summer, the day after the rescue. I’d just gotten home. I was sleeping. It could be evening by now.”
“Okay then, we’re likely on the same time both ways. It’s not summer here. MacLeod land, my mother’s blood’s land. The first shield, the one my grandfather broke.”
“The dark broke the shield. The boy and the man he became was a tool, innocent. He was innocent.”
Her voice changed, deepened, when a vision came on her. She changed, all but glowed. He’d seen it before. “Here she goes,” he murmured.
“You are of him, Duncan of the MacLeods. I am of him, for we are of the Tuatha de Danann. As our blood and the taint of the blood of what waits opened the shield to magicks, bright and dark, so will blood close it again.”
“Whose?”
“Ours.”
“Let’s get to it then.” He drew his knife from its sheath on his belt, prepared to score his palm.
“Not yet!” She gripped his arm, and he felt the power in her, through him, pumping. “You risk opening all, risk the end of all. Famine and flood, scorched earth and the ash of the world. There’s so much more to come. Magicks rising, light and dark, dark and light. The storm whirling, swords slashing.”
Now she laid her hand on his heart, and he felt too much. Every muscle in his body quivered when her eyes, dark with visions, met his. “I am with you, in battle, in bed, in life, in death. But not this night.
“Do you hear the crows?”
He looked up, watched them circling. “Yeah. I hear them.”
“They wait, it waits, we wait. But the time is coming.”
“Can’t come soon enough,” he muttered.
She smiled at him, and something in the look was sly and seductive and full of power.
“You think of me.”
“I think of a lot of things.” God, she made his mouth water. “Maybe you should snap out of it.”
“You think of me,” she repeated, and slid her hands up his chest until her arms circled his neck. “And this.”
Her body molded to his; her mouth brushed his once, twice. Teasing, alluring. A damn laugh in her throat. He ached everywhere, all at once, and wanted, needed more than he could bear.
“The hell with it. All of it.”
Now a sound like triumph in her throat as he took those offered lips.
She tasted of the wild, and made him crave it. The savage and the free, the unknown, the always known. Desperate, his hands ran up her body, over it—at last—while he changed the angle of the kiss, deepened it.
Crows circling overhead, the stones swimming through the fog, the wind like mad music over field and wood.
Hard against her, his heart beating like thunderclaps, he would have dragged her to that frost-coated ground, taken her at the entrance of doom.
But she knocked him back, and nearly off his feet with a sudden jolt of outraged power.
Breath heaving, he stared at her, saw the visions had drained. What stared back at him was a very pissed-off female.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” she demanded. “Do you think we came here so you could move on me and—”
“I don’t know why the hell we’re here, but you’re not going to put that on me. You started it, sister. You moved on me.”
“I…”
He watched the temper change to confusion, then—some satisfaction, at least—some shock and shame.
“I wasn’t myself.”
“Bullshit. You’re always yourself, visions or not.” And he remained so hard, so damn needy he had to fight not to tremble with it. “The vision card doesn’t play for me.”
“I’m sorry.” She said it stiffly, but she said it. “I don’t know why…”
“More bullshit. We both know why. Sooner or later we’ll finish this and see if that takes care of it, or not. Meanwhile…”
“I’m not a diddler.”
“A what?”
So much heat still inside her, she realized. From lust—she wasn’t so stubborn she wouldn’t acknowledge it—and from embarrassment. “It’s what Colin calls girls who come on to guys, then flick them off because they can. I’m not like that.”
“No, you’re not like that.” Calmer, he looked at her again. “We feel what we feel, you and me. One of the reasons I left is because I’m not ready to feel it. I figure it’s the same for you.”
“It’d be easier if you stayed mad.”
“It’d be easier if you let me have you. Too bad for both of us.” He tipped his head back, studied the circling crows. “We’ve been here before, you and