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“What did Broch do?” Marion asked.
“He slung his arm around me in a most annoying manner. I dug my heel into his toe as discreetly as I could, but the man just kept his arm there.”
“And how did Cameron look?” Bridgette inquired, though Marion appeared just as eager to know.
“I can hardly say,” Sorcha mumbled. “It was as if a mask had been slid over his features. I could have been a window that he was looking through.”
“Oh, och!” Bridgette crooned. “That’s what the MacLeod brothers all do when they are truly bothered by something.”
“It’s true,” Marion added. “Cameron is very much like his brothers, though I fear he thinks of himself as inferior. As the youngest, their father was hardest on him. Iain feels partly to blame as he says they all coddled him, which made their father angry and fearful that he’d become soft. He wanted only fierce warriors for sons.”
“It’s getting late,” Bridgette said with a yawn. “And I dunnae wish to be so tired when I join my husband in bed that I kinnae enjoy him, so if ye wish me to give ye some pointers on seducing Cameron tomorrow…”
“I dunnae ken that I do now,” Sorcha admitted. “If we are truly meant to be, won’t it just happen?”
Bridgette shrugged. “It did happen that way with Lachlan and me, in spite of Eolande’s foreboding prophecy of our love.”
Mention of the prophecy had Sorcha twisting her hands. “Dunnae ye fear helping me will bring about something horrible?”
“I dunnae,” Bridgette said with finality. “If I had allowed Eolande’s prophecy to make my choices for me, I would nae be happily married, though I have to confess it was Lachlan, nae me, who was first to snub the foretelling. He refused to live without me, and it was that choice and his bravery that enabled us to have a future together.” Bridgette took Sorcha’s hand in hers and squeezed. “I believe it is exactly as Eolande always says: she can only foretell the future she sees up to the point she touches us, and after that, it is our choices that truly define how the future will play out.”
Suddenly, a new idea had Sorcha gasping. “I should visit the seer! She has nae foretoldmyfuture by touching me! Only Cameron’s. Perchance I will hear something that will guide me in what to do.”
Marion and Bridgette exchanged a long look before Marion spoke. “Cameron will not like it.”
“He’ll most likely forbid ye going,” Bridgette added, then smirked. “Of course, ye could avoid that.”
Sorcha smiled. “Aye, if I go in secret.”
Both women nodded. “If ye did so, ye would need to take a warrior to help guard ye, however. There is a man out there still lurking and likely wanting to kill ye.”
“Aye, I’ve nae forgotten,” Sorcha muttered.
“I’ll join ye,” Bridgette declared.
Sorcha startled. “Ye’d do that for me?”
“For ye, for Cameron, to obliterate another of Eolande’s prophecies. I vow that seer-fairy dislikes love.”
“Well,” Marion pronounced, “the two of you cannot go on an adventure like this without me!”
“Iain will be furious if he finds out ye went to the Fairy Pools with an enemy about,” Bridgette said.
Marion scowled at Bridgette. “I don’t intend him to find out, but lucky for me, if he does, I know how to cool that Scot’s temper.”
“Will Lachlan nae be furious with ye for going to the Fairy Pools with an enemy about?” Sorcha asked Bridgette.
“Oh, aye. But he expects me to create mischief. I do believe he’s resigned himself to it, and he kens that I am well equipped to defend myself.”
“How so?” Sorcha asked, intrigued.
Bridgette grinned. “I am verra handy with daggers and swords, and I am a fair shot with the bow, if I do say so. I’d offer to train with ye tomorrow,” she said on another yawn, “but Alex says ye’re better than I am.” She raised skeptical eyebrows. “Also, if ye wish to truly learn the secrets of Cameron’s heart, ye best train with him alone. It’s hard enough to get a man to open his heart without an audience!” Bridgette moved toward the door, and Marion trailed behind her. “Tomorrow ye train, but the next day, we will find a way to slip away to the Fairy Pools. Marion and I will come up with an excuse. I will ask Broch to accompany us, too, as we need to take a warrior, or even I could nae cool the temper my husband would be in if he discovered I went to the pools without one.”
“Nae Broch!” Sorcha protested.
Bridgette quirked her mouth and looked contemplative for a moment. “Ye must set aside yer concerns. Taking him is the best choice. He is a fearsome warrior, and more importantly, I’ll be able to compel him to come with us.”
“How?” Sorcha asked.
