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Damian glances up at me while keeping his head down. "That means you're naturally curious and excel at critical thinking."
"Well, maybe palm reading isn't bollocks after all."
"But you're also easily distracted, and if you don't get frequent stimulation, you become irritable and anxious."
Callum laughs. "Aye, that's Hugh for dead certain."
I glower at my former best mate. "This is rot."
"Oh, wow," Damian says. "Look at your Mount of Venus. It's pronounced, which means you're very sensual and passionate."
"Now that's more like it."
Damian clucks his tongue. "Your head line tells me you have a lot of lessons to learn. And this little break in that line suggests upheaval coming your way, but also a potential revelation about your life path."
"Are you done yet?"
"Yep." He releases my hand. "It's Kirsty's turn now."
The bonnie Scots lass folds her hands on the table and looks straight at me. "I've seen your future. You will lose what you believed you needed most, but a new opportunity will arise, one that will test your confidence and force you to reexamine your choices."
"Thank you for the cryptic yet annoying prediction."
Damian and Kirsty rise and start to walk away.
"Wait," I call out. "You haven't done your mystical rubbish with Callum."
Damian grins. "We gave him a private reading. You're the one causing all the spiritual mayhem, so you needed to have your reading done in front of everyone."
Logan stalks over to us. "Get up off your erses. It's time for the main event."
Callum stands up.
I stay in my chair. "Forget it. I'm done."
Logan shoves his arms under mine and hoists me out of the chair. Before I can react, Rory MacTaggart rushes over to help Logan by grasping my ankles. The pair of them carry me through the crowd and dump me on the grass near the shinty pitch they've created with chalk. Though I sit up, I stay on the ground and glare up at the two wankers who dropped me here.
Rory kneels in front of me. "Time for shinty."
"I don't know the rules."
He pats my head. "Donnae worry. We're going to give you a crash course."
Oh yes, this will be a completely fair match. I've seen how the MacTaggarts play shinty. Rules are a myth to them.
I am going to die.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Callum
I watch from the sidelines as my cousins give Hugh a quick introduction to the rules of shinty. Not that MacTaggarts give a toss about rules. We play like a clan of cavemen and always aim to win, whatever the cost. Injuring another player is one of the few things that will get a lad booted off the field, but only if he caused the injury on purpose.
Since we have so few rules, it shouldn't take more than a minute or two to explain them to Hugh. It's been longer than that. Thecacanis probably moaning about how unfair it is to throw him into a shinty match when he's never played the sport before.
Finally, Hugh and my cousins approach the pitch.
The British contingent separates from the crowd, every man kissing his wife before heading over here.
