Warlocks MacGregor, Tome 3: Stirring Up Trouble
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- Michelle M. Pillow (Écrivain)
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PROLOGUE
Winter, 1591, England-Scotland Border
“Do not leave me.” The pain was unbearable in that moment of waiting, of knowing the end was near, knowing these were the last seconds he would have with his Elspeth. Tears streamed down his love’s face as he reached for her in the snow. This was not how their life together was supposed to go. They were supposed to be immortal. They were supposed to have each other forever.
All of Fergus MacGregor’s warlock powers could not make time last. That didn’t mean he didn’t try. He cast every spell he knew, and even some he didn’t. He willed time to stop, and for a short while, it stalled.
The trickle of blood streaming along her pale cheek slowed until it barely traveled over her flesh. Her eyes shone with pain. To keep her in this state was too cruel. She was locked in agony. There was no spell he knew of that could transfer her death into him. Yet he tried to do that too.
“I’m coming with ya, my heart,” Fergus said, more like a plea. He let his powers slip from her, unable to prolong her suffering any longer. He felt around for his sword only to discover he’d dropped it several feet away. He reached his hand out, using his magick to call it to him. The blade began to slide in the snow only to stop when his wife’s voice interrupted his action.
“Malina,” Elspeth whispered, making him think of their niece. The baby was silent, her cry bound with a spell. “Protect.”
How could he deny the desperate need in her gaze? Fergus nodded. “Aye.”
“Whatever is beyond, find me again,” she whispered. Her bloodstained lips opened a few times as if she would say more, but the life ebbed from her.
“Elspeth?” Fergus stared at her chest, waiting for it to rise. Just one more breath. One more word. One more kiss. One more moment. One more…
She didn’t move.
Pain racked over him, crippling him with death’s cruelty. This was not how it was meant to be. Seven years. That’s all they’d had. They were supposed to have eternity.
“Gráim thú. I promise, Elspeth,” Fergus whispered, gathering her into his arms. “Whatever lies ahead, I’ll find ya.”
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Magick, Mischief and Kilts.
Some Warlocks excel at brewing up trouble.
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