“That’s bloody strange. It’s happening to me too. Dreams of things I couldn’t possibly have done. Battles I never fought.” Tavis held up his glass. “And I hadn’t had any of this. What do you make of it? Just me wishing I hadn’t failed?”
“I passed it off as just dreams, but if it’s happened to you…” Faelan was frowning at his drink. “And it’s not just battles. I think I saw Bree when she was a lass. Perhaps I’m just recalling stories she’s told me, but some of them I don’t think she mentioned. And her grandmother. I think I talked to her before she died.”
“You think we were really sleeping in there?” Tavis asked.
“Damnation. It makes me wonder.” He took another drink. “Let’s talk about something else.” The talk moved to the advances of modern times. “You can’t go back,” Faelan said. “So you’ll have to learn to live with all this. With the bloody computers and machines and women. God, the women. You’ve never seen the like. And when you find your mate, you’ll burn for her like nothing you can imagine. Even now, I can’t stay away from Bree. It’s killing me now, not being with her.”
“You are with her.”
“I mean in bed. She’s had a lot of stress. I decided she needed to take some time off from sex. And now it’s all I can think about.” Faelan threw a knife that missed the board altogether. “I hope Coira doesn’t see that hole in the wall. I think I should have stopped after the second glass. I’m not a drinker.”
“Aye, I hear you. The room’s looking a little blurred to me.”
“Here you are.” Ronan and Lachlan entered the room. “We wondered where you’d gotten to,” Ronan said.
“We’re having a little competition and conversation,” Faelan said.
Lachlan picked up the bottle of whisky. “And a few drinks, I’d say.”
“I’ve heard how good Tavis was…is,” Ronan said. “Want to put it to the test?”
Faelan had told them about him. Tavis’s chest warmed. Or maybe it was the whisky. “Aye, I’ll take you on.”
“I’ll take on the winner,” Niall said, joining them, followed by Brodie, Shane, and Marcas.
“I’m second,” Brodie said. “I can beat this big ape of a man anytime.” He punched Niall, and Niall punched him back, sending him crashing into Marcas. “Easy there, Kong. I barely touched you.”
And the game was on. They threw knives for a long while, and Tavis felt warmer and warmer inside. It was partly the whisky, but he also felt like he was home.
“So this is where the party is,” Sean said, peeking in the door. “I thought we’d been invaded.”
“Sean, join us,” Niall said, holding up a knife.
“Ah, my knife-throwing days are over. I’d best get myself to bed. And don’t you chaps get too carried away. I think you’ve had a wee too much already.”
“One round with the knives,” Ronan said. “You need to forget about these demons for a while as much as we do.”
“One round it is, then.” Sean played three, beating them all. But then he hadn’t had any whisky.
“I think he cheated,” Lachlan said after Sean had left.
“Sean doesn’t cheat,” Brodie said. “I’ll cheat, but not Sean. Where’s Shane?”
“He crashed on the pool table,” Niall said.
“He doesn’t drink much either,” Faelan said to Tavis.
“I think I’d better get some rest myself,” Tavis said. “Where do I sleep?”
“I can show you where Anna’s room is,” Brodie said, chuckling.
Niall thumped him on the head.
“Why’d you do that?” Brodie complained.
Niall thumped him again. “I like thumping you on the head.”
“Don’t let me deprive you of your enjoyment at the expense of my brain.”
“We all need to turn in,” Marcas said. “It’s late.”
“Come on,” Faelan said to Tavis. “Bree and Shay got a room ready for you. I’ll show you where it is.” Faelan led Tavis upstairs to the second floor.
“This castle is just like home. Except the rugs are different and the stuff on the wall.”
Faelan put an arm around Tavis’s shoulder. “We’ll go back and visit after we get rid of Voltar and Tristol.”
Tavis patted Faelan’s hand. “Is this brotherly love, or are you feeling as unsteady as I am?”
“Some of both,” Faelan said with a laugh. “Here you go.” He opened a door, and he and Tavis stepped inside. Bree and Shay were standing near the bed.
“It’s plain as the nose on your face that Tavis and Anna—oh, Tavis, Faelan, we didn’t hear you,” Bree said, darting a quick glance at Shay.
“Obviously,” Faelan said. “What are you doing up? You should be resting.”
“I’m sick of resting,” Bree said. “Is this room OK?”
Tavis looked around. It was large, with a comfortable bed and the usual furnishings. “Aye, it’ll do fine. Thank you,” he said to Bree and Shay.
They both gave him a smile, and he thought again how lucky Faelan and Cody were. Tavis’s luck with bonny lasses had been poor. Almost deadly, in fact. But these two seemed to be as beautiful and kind as angels, in spite of the strange clothing and their boldness.
“Are you drunk?” Bree asked.
Faelan held up two fingers, measuring a pinch. “Just a wee bit.”
“We wondered where you’d disappeared to,” Shay said. “We were just coming to find you.”
“Was Cody looking for us?” Faelan asked.
“No, he’s with Declan doing something.”
“If you need anything, I’m three doors down on the left. Bree and I keep a room here.”
“The bathroom has toiletries. If you need anything else, just ask.” Shay surprised Tavis by wrapping her arms around him and hugging him hard. Her arms were as strong as a man’s. No woman in his time would have done such a thing unless she was family. He supposed she was.
“Thank you.”
Shay stepped away. “I’m going to find Cody. We’re still trying to decide what to do about this wedding. And Matilda. She’s driving both of us crazy. Night everyone.”
Bree stepped up to Tavis and also wrapped her arms around him, holding him tight. “Welcome home again, Tavis. I can’t tell you how glad I am that you’re here. I only wish your entire family were here.”
So did he.
She leaned back and put both hands on his cheeks, which pressed her stomach closer to his. It was still flat, but he thought about the child growing inside, and the child he’d lost. Bree’s eyes closed, and her hands traveled down his neck to his chest. Her forehead wrinkled, and she shook her head. He glanced up at Faelan, alarmed.
Faelan frowned and moved closer but didn’t speak, so Tavis didn’t speak either. Bree’s eyes flew open, and she gasped.
“Bree?” Faelan touched her shoulder.
Bree stepped away from Tavis, but still watched him. “I’m sorry. I just get these weird…feelings.”
“Did you just read his damned battle marks?” Faelan asked.
Bree gave a guilty start. “What?”
“You heard me. Did you?”
“Maybe.”
“You read my battle marks,” Tavis said, fascinated, and more than a little alarmed.
“I might have.”
“Well,” Faelan said, after Bree didn’t speak.
“Uh…I’ll tell you later. I’m getting tired.”
Faelan gave her a disbelieving look. “I thought you didn’t want to rest.”
“I changed my mind.”
“What is she again?” Tavis asked.
“Sometimes she’s a bloody nuisance,” Faelan said, but love poured from his eyes.
“I’m your sister-in-law,” Bree said. “Your family. That’s all that matters now.”
There was a scratching at the door, and Faelan walked to the double doors leading to the balcony. “How’d you get out there?”