As Gwen slipped from the library, she cast a last glance over her shoulder at the two magnificent Highlanders. She was both elated and deeply troubled, elated that Dageus had come home, troubled by what was yet to come. She and Drustan had been so certain their idea would work, they’d not thought beyond it.

Now Dageus was going to have to go back into the past. Open a bridge through time and search the old lore. She didn’t want to let him go, and knew Drustan didn’t either. But there wasn’t much choice. She intended to try to cajole him into waiting a few days, but harbored little hope on that score.

Even without the benefit of her husband’s Druid senses, she could feel that Dageus was different. There was something violent in him. Something barely contained, on the verge of exploding.

She arched a brow, thinking that, though she would never tell her husband so, Dageus was even sexier dark than he’d been before. He was raw and primal and something about him made a woman’s every nerve stand up on end.

Her thoughts went to the woman upstairs. If Chloe had any sense at all, she mused, she’d be sharing his room tonight, and for however many future nights they might have.

Not only was refusing a Keltar male’s bed a difficult thing to do, but it was a criminal waste of a woman’s time, in Gwen’s opinion. Drustan was an extraordinary lover, and with all that raw sexual heat Dageus was giving off, she had no doubt he would be too.

Long ago, in another century, she’d watched Dageus sit on the front steps of the MacKeltar castle in the gloaming, staring at the night sky. She’d recognized his loneliness—she’d been lonely once too—and had made a vow to help find him a mate. It seemed he’d found her himself. The least she could do was help him win her. The debt she owed Dageus MacKeltar was enormous.

She tucked her bangs behind her ear, smiling faintly. She would have to let slip a few comments to Chloe about Keltar expertise and stamina. As well as imparting a few other bits of hard-earned wisdom when the time was right.

Hours later, Dageus followed Drustan abovestairs. They’d talked long into the night and soon it would be dawn.

After Gwen had left, he’d told Drustan about the attack on Chloe’s life, and the words her strange assailant had said, then filled him in on the few references he’d found about the Draghar. Unfortunately, Drustan had been as baffled as he. They’d bandied about possibilities, but Dageus was getting blethering weary of possibilities. He needed answers.

“When will you be leaving?” Drustan said, as they reached the end of the north corridor and prepared to part for their respective chambers.