Logan (25 page)

“I told him to bring you,” a scratchy female voice said from out of the doom. He had to fight the urge to scream. It tangled there in his throat, almost choking him. She cackled.
 

He squinted at the woman as she hobbled forward. She was older, of course. Weren’t all witches little and old. But there was a brightness in her blue eyes that told him to be careful of her. She might appear fragile, but she wasn’t.
 

 “He’s just as you warned, Logan.”
 

He glanced at his brother, again irritated. “You told her we were coming?”
 

Logan shrugged. “She said she had a vision.”
 

A vision of how to gain some money.
 

“I ask nothing from you.”
 

He let one brow rise, pulling another cackle from the witch.
 

“You’ll do, Angus.” She motioned with her hand. “Come. We have much to discuss and there is not much time before.”
 

He opened his mouth to ask
before what
, but she was already hurrying off to her cottage.
 

“If you don’t believe in it, it shouldn’t really matter, right?” Logan asked, with amusement. Angus studied his younger brother, wondering how they could share the same blood. They looked alike in a way, but that is where the similarities ended. Logan believed in a dream world where fairies and witches frolicked in the forest.
 

Still, Angus had a sense of curiosity that fueled his love of discovery. He couldn’t fight the temptation of learning something new or the challenge his brother presented.
 

Without saying anything, he turned and walked to the cottage. Logan kept pace beside him.
 

“For some reason, she wanted to see you. She mentioned you by name. How would she know your name?”
 

“I’m the grandson of a laird. Most people would know my name. And your name, too.”
 

The door was open when they reached it.
 

“Hurry. Events are growing darker.”
 

At the sound of her ominous tone, Angus rolled his eyes and stepped into the cottage. It wasn’t what he had imagined. No bats, no potions bubbling over the fire. He sniffed. There was some kind of soup simmering and fresh baked bread. The witch motioned toward them.
 

“Come.”
 

He did as ordered, just wanting to end this insanity. He stepped into the light and she squinted up at him.
 

“You are not the one I would have chosen.”
 

He glanced at Logan who shrugged.
 

“Chosen?”
 

She hummed. “Yes. For Titianna.”
 

“Who?”
 

She shook her head. “That might not be her name. Tis what I call her.”
 

She closed her eyes and he exchanged another glance with his brother. Small birdlike fingers wrapped around his wrist. Her nails dug into his flesh.
 

He gave her a narrowed look.
 

“She will not be alone. There will be another. Another who needs you as much as she does.”
 

Logan jabbed him with his elbow. “Ooch…looks like you are going to have more than one woman.”
 

She gave Logan a look of admonition. “Not another woman, but a relative.”
 

Her eyes slid shut again and the small space seemed to grow darker. She shivered. Cold burst through him, followed by a blast of heat. It spiraled through his blood and almost brought him to his knees. Pain sliced through his veins but in the next instant, it was gone.  When she opened her eyes, they were black. She spoke, but not with her own voice.
 

“There will be a time, long from now, when men can fly. You will seek her out, but not for the right reasons. In the end, the test will not be of the strength of your mind. That has always been strong. In some ways too strong.”
 

“I told you she had the Sight,” Logan murmured, but Angus ignored him.
 

“This will be a test of your heart and soul. It will rip you apart, sending your world into chaos; but if you choose the right path, she will be your salvation.”
 

She released him then, and stumbled back.  Logan grabbed her, keeping her from falling into the fire. He looked at Angus and he could tell his brother was wondering at Angus’ inaction. He could not speak. His heart was beating too hard, his head whirling with the visions she had spoken of.
 

When the witch opened her eyes again, they were normal. “You have dreamed of it.”
 

Cold fear slipped down his spine. “What?”
 

“A time of men flying in the air and cities with buildings as tall as mountains. Horse carriages carry men from one place to another so fast it makes you dizzy. And you have dreamed of her—the one with the red hair.”
 

“No.” But even to his own ears, he did not sound that convincing. He could feel his brother’s study. Angus ignored it. He needed out of there and away from the woman.
 

He turned to leave.
 

“You can run, Angus, but she will find you. It will be many years in the future. She will fight you, but she is your other half.”
 

He stopped and glanced over his shoulder. “My other half?”
 

“Yes. Together, you can do anything you want, but hear me, Angus. Treat her well or you will regret it.”
 

He turned to fully face her.
 

“Is that a threat?”
 

She smiled. “No, tis a fact. We don’t appreciate it when people hurt the women in our family. Heed my warning, or your world will turn dark. Darker than even the days we have ahead of us.”
 

That stopped him. “Do you know something?”
 

The smile she gave him held no humor, only sad knowledge. “Life as we know it—as
you
know it—will end. But, it means a new beginning. Remember Angus of the McLennans, that all things will be worse before they resolve. Now go.”
 

She didn’t have to tell him again. He hurried out of the cottage, his mind clouded and his heart heavy.
 

*  *  *  *
 

Tension left the air in Callum’s study heavy. Angus rolled his shoulders trying to push away his worries.  Of course, it didn’t work. The fact that Phoebe and Callum called a family meeting within hours of returning from their honeymoon definitely told Angus there was something big on the horizon.
 

Since he hated waiting, Angus decided to get the ball rolling. “You’ve figured out where the next jewel is.”
 

Anice, his younger cousin and the most optimistic of the Clan, jumped out of her seat, a smile curving her lips. “You have?”
 

Callum and Phoebe exchanged a look.  A sense of foreboding settled on his soul.
 

“It’s not good news.” A statement from Fletcher. Angus glanced at his cousin, Anice’s older brother. If Anice was always optimistic, Fletcher was cold calculation.
 

“No.” That one word from Callum sent vibrations of irritation through the room.
 

“Oh, for goodness sake, Callum, stop drawing it out.” Phoebe shook her head. Brilliant in a way that not even Angus understood still, Phoebe had come to them months earlier to help with the witch’s diary. Since she and Callum had fallen in love, the bond had helped their clan grow stronger.
 

Callum scowled up at her. “Love—”
 

“Don’t
love
me. Lord, I don’t know why you have to act like you’re a character in
Braveheart
all the time.”
 

Angus chuckled.
 

“Shut up, Angus,” Callum warned.
 

“Okay, let’s get on with it. I’ve work to get back to.” This came from Logan, who worked odd hours. He might be the head of their art department, but he was still an artist who hated to conform. He did a lot of his work at night.
 

“Indeed,” Phoebe said with a smile. Then, it slowly faded. “I found some references in the witch’s diary to the emerald.”
 

“You mentioned that a couple weeks before the wedding.”
 

She nodded. “Well, we put a few feelers out and found it.”
 

“So, Callum can buy it, we can put it in the sword, and then on to the next one,” Fletcher said. He always thought everyone had a price.
 

Phoebe looked at Angus then turned her attention to Fletcher. “No. That won’t work.”
 

“You think Callum doesn’t have enough money, love? Are you telling me you married the ugly wanker just because you love him?” Fletcher asked, humor lacing his tone now.
 

“I will hurt you later, wanker.” Callum looked at his wife. “Tell them.”
 

She looked around the room, making eye contact with each and every member of the group before coming to Angus. The sadness he saw there set off alarm bells.
 

 “We are never going to be able to buy the jewels. It isn’t allowed.” She sighed.
 

“Not allowed. There are rules we have to play by?” Fletcher asked, but Angus barely heard the ensuing argument. They were a loud lot and they rarely held back during discussions.
 

But, it started to come together in his brain, all the pieces snapping into place.
 

“We have to find it. We have to give something up to get each jewel.”
 

Everyone stopped talking and looked at him. It would have been comical if the implications hadn’t been so staggering.
 

“Will it be each of us?” Angus asked.
 

Phoebe’s eyes were drenched in sadness. “Yes. I think. Callum can do nothing else and no one can buy their way to redemption.”
 

Anger he’d controlled all these years surged. It left him feeling a bit nauseated. “Redemption. We didn’t fucking do anything. Not one bloody thing, but we have to fight for redemption.”
 

“You willna take that tone with Phoebe,” Callum said. His voice didn’t rise to the same level as Angus’ but was much more lethal.
 

“Callum, I can handle it.” Then she looked at him. “I wasn’t using my words. I was using those of the witch. And…there is a bit of me that thinks whoever started this diary years ago was sympathetic to the McLennans. She seemed to have an affinity for the man of potions with the green eyes.”
 

There was a telling beat of silence, but no one addressed Phoebe’s implied question.
 

“So, what do we have to do next?” Anice asked.
 

She sighed. “I’m still working it all out. Callum has the exciting of information about the Emerald.”
 

“Right. So, we found the emerald at the home of Franklin Sweeney.”
 

Deathly silence filled the room. Damn. The Sweeneys had been in league with McWalton years earlier and there was a good chance that they wouldn’t help them with their quest. In fact, one of the lairds had tried their best to kill Fletcher fifty years earlier.
 

“He owns it and it’s in his gallery.”
 

Bloody hell. It just got worse. “No one has ever broken into that gallery. It has some kind of special security. ”
 

“You don’t know how to break into it?” Logan asked.
 

Angus shook his head. “No. They wouldn’t let anyone know about it. I know he spent millions on it.”
 

Callum shook his head. “Yes, it’s bloody amazing, but there was a break-in years ago. They just covered it up because there was a death.”
 

“Ian O’Conner was known all over Europe at the time. Interpol had a pretty thick file on him.” Phoebe said.
 

“Should we ask how you got the file?” Anice asked. His cousin would look at that angle of it. Her job was PR and she took it seriously.
 

“No. I went through some different channels, but most of it was open to the public.”
 

“So, we get a hold of him…wait, you said there was a death,” Angus said.
 

“Yes. O’Conner was found dead on the premises. He had been strangled.”
 

“Odd,” Logan remarked. “I usually hear about things like that.”
 

“Well, Sweeney covered it up, we can be sure of that. Add in the fact that the death was unexplainable, well that makes you wonder just what the hell was going on there.”
 

“How was the death unexplainable?” Something strange was swirling in the pit of his stomach. Angus wasn’t sure why this information should bother him, but something about it wasn’t sitting right with him.
 

Callum nodded. “Yes. He was found dead of asphyxiation.”
 

“Yeah, you would think he would get shot by the guards.”
 

“The guards didn’t even know he was there. He was found when the manager opened up in the morning.”
 

“And?”
 

“And there was no sign of forced entry into the gallery. That means there is a good chance that whomever it was—worked there.”
 

“Everyone checked out though,” Phoebe reminded Callum. “The guard was convinced there was something wrong…as if there was something bad going on.”
 

“Just out with it, love,” Callum said.
 

“They think there was magick involved.”
 

He waited for everyone to start laughing, even smile…but nothing happened. In fact, the deathly calm that took over the office was almost suffocating.