Highland Pull (Highland Destiny 2) Read Online Free Page B

have such an accent. Drop the pretense and tell me why I am here.”
    Marie, as her grandfather had called her was older than he’d originally thought. In her early thirties, she was tall, nearly five feet, ten inches, with a classic hourglass figure. She was a beautiful woman, who would turn heads in any century. She wore a white turban, which was striking against her café au lait skin tone, and the vibrant rainbow hues of her flowing dress. Her cheekbones were high, and her dark brown eyes tilted upward, giving her an exotic look.
    “I’m sorry,” she quickly apologized . “I get in the habit of speaking with my father’s accent; it is what the tourists expect to hear.” Indeed her voice still held a musical, lilting cadence that was different than her mother’s, although not nearly as noticeable as the first accent.
    He sensed a wariness about her. Not exactly fear of him, but an awareness that reminded him of those back in Scotland who sought his powers. She trusted him enough to turn her back on him, and to sit while he stood, which told him ‘twas not a physical fear of him. He sat opposite her and waited to hear her story.
    “I don’t quite know where to begin, so I will tell it my way, and you may ask questions as you see fit.” She waited until he nodded his agreement before continuing. “I work the tourism trade, selling hope in the form of trinkets, telling futures, holding séances. I conduct tours of the local cemeteries, and take people to visit the grave of my great-great-grandmother, Marie Laveau. I am even ordained so I perform weddings for those who wish to be married by a real Voodoo Queen. This is how I pay for my house. Do you understand?”
    Gav nodded, uncertain where she was going with her story.
    “For some of the local people, for the true believers, I will perform special rituals for health or other much needed ceremonies. I look to the future and at times, I can see paths that should be followed. I am not a true seer, but occasionally I have visions that guide my actions. 
    “I was reading for myself on the night of the last full moon, and I saw that Druid magick would intersect mine. The vision was infused with darkness and light.” Gabhran started at her words.
    “Ah, I see that means something to you, will you tell me?”
    His mind had flared at the word darkness. However, he was not ready to share his story with this woman. “I canna tell you,” he said flatly.
    She smiled then, a small dimple revealing itself on the left side of her mouth. “You will tell me, I have seen that you do, but I cannot yet see what you will say. Perhaps that is still in the hands of the fates.”
    A shudder passed through him at her words.
    “Will you let me look at your hand?” she asked, laying her own hand on the table, palm up.
    He placed his large hand on top of hers, face up, and she examined it closely for a very long time, before sighing, and standing. “You will see me again, do not be startled when you do. You may reach me anytime through my grandfather.”
    He failed to rise when she did, and he looked at her expectantly. “Is that it, woman? Is that all you have to tell me? You send your family after me, set me up in a certain house, stalk me at night, and that is all you have to say? Dark and light?”
    She turned swiftly, placing her hands on her hips , she glared down at him. The seductive power of her voice snaked out and captured him.
    “What else would you have me do for you? Is it your fortune you seek? You are not yet ready to tell me your story.” She paused , as if waiting to see if he would talk.
    Again he shook his head.
    “Do you need proof of my powers, then? I did not ask for proof of yours. Which is a good thing, isn’t it, Druid? Your magick is still buried too deep within you. I can sense it, awakened but untrained. I could tell you other Druids approach. Would you believe that?”
    Gav sat back, startled that others were coming so soon. How did Worthington