and die in their time? Your mother will be devastated, not to mention Laird Macleod. I’m sure he doesn’t wish for you to go.”
Her cousin, the current Laird MacLeod, had made if perfectly clear that he didn’t wish her to go back, and yet, at the end of the day, it was her choice. Her mama was aware of her plans, and she would ring her tonight and let her know she was going. Not that she planned on staying long, but at least if those she loved knew what she was doing, none of them would submit a missing persons file and have everyone asking nosy questions on her return.
“You know it’s something I’ve wanted to do for a long time. And now that I can control my gift better, I think it’s time.”
Ann narrowed her eyes. “How have you controlled your gift? Have you been doing stuff that you’ve not told me of?”
Kenzie picked up a piece of broken pottery and cleared the dirt off the small chip. “I may have tested my ability to choose where I land when I travel. So far, it’s been a success.”
“Where have you been going? What times have you travelled to?”
“I’ve travelled to a couple of places, 1818 and the turn of the nineteenth century. During my chant I added a time and place and it worked. I landed each time exactly as I asked. So I’m assuming I can travel from anywhere to anytime should I say the words correctly.”
Ann shook her head, walking toward her. “Please take care. All of your family, and me included, would hate for anything to happen to you.”
“I know you would. Now come on,” Kenzie said, heading toward where their cars were parked. “We better get going.”
Ann sighed. “Fine,” she said, giving her a hug before getting in the car, reversing on the drive, and heading south. Kenzie watched for a bit before she got in her car, the castle looming above her, the shadows of dusk making it eerie. She shivered as if someone had walked over her grave. Then she, too, started the engine.
Time to prepare to find out exactly what this old stone building was hiding.
Kenzie thought about all the things she wanted to do and see in medieval Scotland. After meeting Abby Cross and ensuring the woman traveled back to her soulmate Laird Aedan Macleod, the thought of doing the same and meeting her ancestors had almost become an obsession. Her ancestor Gwen had the gift of sight, being able to see into the future, and had picked Abby out as the best match for her brother the Laird Macleod. But when their castle had been stormed by a rival clan, Gwen had sent Abby back to her own time, and due to injuries sustained that night, Gwen had not been able to bring Abby back.
Poor Abby had been devastated, thinking that she’d be separated forever from the Laird Macleod. Abby had gone back to Druiminn Castle, heartbroken and resolved to leave the love of her life behind in history. But what Abby hadn’t known was that Kenzie held the same ability as her ancestor and could send her back to seventeenth century Scotland. And that’s exactly what she had done.
To be able to manipulate time was a gift she wasn’t afraid to use, especially if it meant two souls, born in different times, were reunited.
Her great great great grandmother—too many greats to count—was the sole reason she had the ability to time travel. Her ancestor’s gift had been passed on through the female blood line. Of course, not everything had been inherited; while Kenzie could time travel, she didn’t have ability to see into the future like Gwen, nor was she very good at helping people if they were injured. But she could read people well and knew to trust her instincts when it came to reading the character of people she’d just met.
There were stories about Gwendolyn Macleod that her mother used to tell, of the woman’s passion for life and family, a great healer and possibly even a witch. How she’d risked her life numerous times to save those she’d loved. Kenzie had grown up thinking the woman was Scotland’s very own Joan of Arc, although that was probably a little fanciful.
Soon, the gates to her home loomed out of the darkness, and turning down a small drive, Kenzie pulled up in front of the house. Lights blazed inside, and she was thankful the house had guests