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conversation gave him a reason to remain seated.
    "Aye," Colin growled in response, jerking at his reins much harder than necessary. "Our stubborn new sister refuses to lend the smallest aid. Since she will no share what she knows, I go to seek my own answers."
    Ellie. Andrew felt a grin spreading in spite of his personal discomfort. Their older brother's new wife was indeed a stubborn woman. Her determination to do what she thought was right was one of the qualities he admired in her.
    "I see nothing to spark yer amusement in this, brother. Times are dark and the proper foreknowledge could make the difference in what happens to all of us."
    "Ah." So that was it. "We all agreed when Ellie became part of the family that we'd no ask those questions of her, did we no? There's a danger in learning that which we're no supposed to."
    Ellie had been sent into their lives last year. Swept from her home, seven hundred years in the future, she had been brought to this time and place by Faerie Magic to find the one man meant for her, their brother Caden. As descendants of the Fae themselves, all the MacAlisters accepted the oddities in their world as well as the responsibility being a Fae descendant carried with it.
    "Ha!" Colin snorted as he lifted himself up onto his mount. "In more ways than you ken, brother. For now, though, there's a more immediate danger than to fash ourselves over the possibility of altering history. In case you've no noticed in yer travels, Comyn has negotiated our freedom away to the English king and Wallace is forced into hiding with a price on his head. We're at a crossroads in our struggle, and still that irritating woman will no even tell me whether or no Wallace will again lead us to victory over the English or if all hope for Scotland is lost."
    Ever the warrior, his brother. Though, without a doubt, he'd be at Colin's side if he weren't a worthless shell of a man, and likely he'd be every bit as frustrated.
    "She's no idea, she claims. She's no a student of history so how can she tell that which I ask." Colin shook his head, his skepticism evident. "So I'm off to find the answers on my own."
    "Where are you away to?"
    "North. To the glen."
    If Drew had been standing on his own two feet, the surprise of Colin's answer might have toppled him over. The Faerie Glen!
    "None of Mother's stories ever told of the Fae having shown themselves to any but the MacKiernan women, and damn few of them. What hope do you have in going there?"
    A line of tension worked in Colin's jaw, his eyes darkening with his emotion. "Perhaps no more than I had with Ellie, but I canna be at peace with the answers I have now so I've no choice but to see if our ancestors will respond to my pleas. Even the prince himself should be concerned for the survival of his descendants."
    Prince Pol? The name had been handed down through the generations as the Faerie who was their ancestor, but Drew's read on the ancient story wasn't of a man who cared what happened to anyone. Some unknown millennia ago he'd given his blessing and curse in a fit of anger before retreating behind the curtain of the worlds, never to be seen again.
    Colin would be better off counting on Mortal help than on the mysterious prince of their family fable.
    "Dair and Simeon? Do they ride with you?" The two men, one all but family since childhood, the other family by virtue of his aunt marrying their laird, had become almost inseparable companions to Colin. Warrior blood and honor bound them together.
    Drew tried hard not to resent the fact that he could never be one of their number.
    "No. This I do alone." Colin reined his horse around, pulling up alongside Drew's mount to face him. "The need to ken the truth of what's to come is my own demon to face."
    No one understood personal demons better than Drew. Nodding his acceptance of his brother's decision, he clasped Colin's arm, each man's hand tightening around the other's forearm.
    In an attempt to lighten his brother's