Highlander's Magic (Highlander Heat #2)

As dawn neared, Archie stirred. Marie remained curled on her side, her bottom snug in the curve of his groin. A temptation, and almost beyond his endurance. Throughout the night, he’d loved her in every way, except the one that would be forever denied him.

He eased out of bed then halted as she stretched and blinked her eyes open. “Go back to sleep. You need your rest.”

“It’s dawn already?” She crawled toward him, her breasts swaying full and heavy as she did. “You’re not leaving without me.”

“My men await.”

“Then I’ll hurry.” She scrambled off the bed and stood eye to eye. “I have to come. I can’t aid you with my magic any other way.”

“You should remain here.”

“Nope. No can do.” She crossed to his trunk, swiped the red gown from the top and drew it over her head. The velvet skimmed her hips and fell in a swish to her ankles. She laced the white ribbons, her beautiful breasts disappearing within the tight bodice. “Do I just tie a ribbon at the top?”

“Aye, allow me.” He took over, securing it along the square neckline edged with white lace. “I cannae take you with me. ’Tis too dangerous.”

“You also can’t leave me behind. I thought we covered the part where it’s best I remain within your sight.” She caught his hands and kissed his palms. Her tender touch sent another resurgence of heat to his groin. “The safest place I can be is with you, and you did wish for this.”

He detested his wish, yet if he hadn’t made it, she wouldn’t be here. She was safest with him. The fae wouldn’t have sent her if he didn’t have need. “I willnae have you near the heart of the battle. You’ll remain at camp, or wherever I deem fit. You’ll also follow my every order.”

“Whatever you ask, I shall do.” Her agreement was swift. Aye, she’d do as he bid.

“You’ll have a guardsmen assigned to you. Eric.” He grabbed the fur-lined cloak, secured it around her shoulders then quickly dressed himself.

“Great. As long as I’m close to you, that’s all that matters.” She raced across to the fire, grabbed her leather boots and yanked them on. “Could I borrow a brush?”

“Next to the basin on the side table.”

“Thanks.” She worked the brush through her hair then ran it through his. “You won’t regret taking me. I promise you.”

“I’m sure I will.” On his way to the door, he grabbed his plaid. He was out of choices, but regardless, he’d ensure his woman would remain clear of the fighting.

He’d make certain of it.



Clutching her skirts, Marie hurried after Archie down the winding stairwell. Unused to wearing such cumbersome clothing, halfway down she missed a step and teetered on the edge.

In a flash, Archie was there, catching her around the waist. “Take my arm.”

“Could I borrow a pair of pants from one of the lads? I rarely wear dresses, and as beautiful as this one is, I might need another option.” She negotiated each step with more care.

“I’ll procure additional clothing afore we leave.” He stepped into the great hall, led her outside and across the inner courtyard.

She breathed deep, allowing the crisp air scented with the sea’s spray to fully awaken her. They passed under the arch and down the trail. The gently sloping hill leading to the bay was scattered with rocks, but from this vantage point, the view was stunning. She raised a hand to her brow, the gold from the sunrise almost blinding as it shimmered off the flat sheet of water. “I’ve never seen it so calm.”

“The winds will rise. ’Tis never calm for long in the isles.”

His warriors loaded provisions onto the birlinn. The men were more heavily armed today, carrying swords, battle-axes, and bows and arrows. Not unexpected. She curled her fingers more tightly into Archie’s arm. “I can’t believe you have to live this way.”

“Is it no’ so for the fae?”

“I have no idea.” She frowned, hating he still believed her to be one of them. “My magic truly comes from my knowledge of this time, not the little folk. I’m not sure I’ll ever convince you, but I’m going to keep trying.” She traversed the landing.

“There is naught you can say to sway my mind.” He lifted her into the boat without losing a step. “Wait here for me. I’ll return shortly.”

“Alrighty then, honey,” she called out as he marched away. “The little lady will remain here.” Men, they thought they ran everything.

He laughed as he jogged up the grassy rise.

Chuckles resounded from a few of his men as they took their positions at the oars.