“Yes, I do. After all that we’ve been through, I find it very difficult to be surprised anymore. Are you all right? Does it upset you to know that she’s been here?”
Bri rubbed Eoin’s arm to comfort him as he shook his head. “No. I only wish me father was here to see her. He missed her dearly after she was gone. He’d be so pleased to know that she is loved and happy. He was the only one around her that dinna fear her witchcraft.”
“Well, it seems your father was right. I don’t think there is any reason to fear Morna. I for one will be forever grateful for all she has done. I wouldn’t have you otherwise.” Bri leaned in briefly to lightly kiss Eoin on the cheek. “Now, let’s get in there and see to Blaire.”
“Aye, I doona like ‘cars.’ Nothing should be able to move so quickly. ’Tisna natural.”
Bri laughed as they exited the car and walked to the door of the pub. “You go first. I’m nervous to see my look-a-like.” She gently nudged Eoin’s back, urging him to try the lock.
“Aye, fine. But I doona believe ye should be nervous. I should, however. I doona expect the lass will be too pleased to see me.”
The door was unlocked, and they stepped inside to the chaotic scene of overturned chairs and tables with Blaire lying in the corner straddled by some woman whose face they could not see as the two women screamed incoherently at one another.
“Eoin! Go get that woman off of her. What is she doing?”
Bri approached cautiously, standing back to watch as Eoin dragged the two women apart, pulling the redhead away from Blaire.
Blaire stood quickly and looked down at herself to brush off the bottom of her pants, and Bri knew that she’d yet to see her or to recognize the man holding her assailant. “Thank ye. The woman is mad.”
The woman in question screamed in protest and threw her head back sending the red curls that covered her face backward, revealing her face.
Bri gasped aloud in recognition as she rushed toward her old friend. “Mitsy?”
“Bri?” Mitsy lunged in an effort to escape Eoin’s arms as Blaire looked up for the first time.
“Eoin?”
As shock and recognition flickered among the strange foursome, more chaos ensued.
Chapter 9
I looked up to see, by far, the most surprising thing since I’d arrived in this century. Not only was my ex-fiance staring back at me, but so was the woman who looked so much like meself that I knew she must be Bri.
When I decided to stay here, I’d been certain I would never see anyone I’d previously known ever again, but to witness Eoin standing before me meant that obviously Morna’s spells were not as close-ended as we originally thought.
After I recognized Eoin and shouted his name in question, my attacker noticed the woman standing next to me. More screaming followed as shock reverberated through everyone in the room, save Eoin. He eventually quieted us all by slamming his fist down so roughly against the table that it seemed to shake the room.
“Quiet, all three of ye! It’s been a long day, and I doona think I can take such noise any longer.”
Recognizing the seriousness in his tone, the three of us quieted instantly, but only a moment passed before the redheaded mad woman spoke again.
“Somebody better tell me just what the hell is going on here, or I’m about to lose it on every single one of you.” The redhead paused and pointed a shaky finger in Bri’s direction. “Now, you are Bri, right? If you tell me you’re not, I swear I will jump on top of you as well. How did I not know you had a twin?”
I leaned back against the wall behind me, confused as to Eoin and Bri’s arrival here as well, but quite entertained with the exchange taking place between the two women.
“She’s not my twin. I’m not related to her at all as far as I know. Mitsy, what are you doing here?” Bri asked.
Anger flashed in the redhead’s face who now had the name of Mitsy and, for a moment, I was certain she was going to try and leap out of Eoin’s restraining arms once more.
“What am I doing here? You have got to be kidding me! What are you doing here? God, Bri, I thought you were dead! You’ve been gone for months with no word or explanation. Your trip to Scotland with your mother was only supposed to last a few weeks. I’ve been trying to locate you ever since the police stopped their investigation. You’re supposed to be in my wedding, Bri! I can’t believe you just left everything. Were you really just not going to show?”Mitsy relaxed in Eoin’s hold as she collapsed into a fit of sobs. She seemed genuinely distraught. As Bri moved in to comfort her friend, Eoin released his grip as Bri gathered Mitsy into her arms. “I’m so angry at you! I want to kill you myself.” Mitsy choked on her tears.
Bri ushered her away from Eoin and meself.