“I dinnae think ye ken.” He rested his hand over hers. “I am in love with ye, lass. I have been for—”
Sadly, his life faded away before he finished his sentence, leaving her not only startled but heartbroken. Had he just said what she thought he said? Could it be possible? Her vision blurred with tears, and her gaze fell to his hand.
He was actually touching her.
“Oh, my love,” she whispered, threading her fingers with his, feeling him for the very first time. She hung her head and cried, as the last of his warmth seeped away.
The memory faded only to be replaced with another.
She once again flitted through the trees,waiting for him to be reborn.
She’d never been so excited as she was this time. Would he remember what he had said? How he’d felt? That they had touched? If so, would he love her again? Touch her again?
She was so lost in thought she barely realized she had zoomed over a seaside castle until she heard the wail of a newborn and froze.
“’Tis ye,” she exclaimed. “Ye have returned, my love!”
Bursting with excitement, she flew down, zinged over the drawbridge and moat, twirled through the courtyard unseen, then raced up the castle wall. She popped from window to window until she skidded to a halt outside one.
Having just handed a swaddled babe to a handsome highlander, a woman smiled at him and murmured, “He looks just like his da.”
Seeing through the eyes of her former faery, Chloe was shocked by what she saw. How familiar the man looked. The colors of the plaid in which the newborn was swaddled.
“Aye, he does look like me,” the man rumbled, peering at his son with love and adoration.
“Might I hold my great-grandson too?” came an all-too-familiar voice from the doorway. “Might I hold wee Aidan?”
She blinked, startled, as the pieces clicked together, and she finally understood.
Better yet, she remembered everything.
