Dead people weren’t so bad. At least they didn’t judge.

“Her grandmother’s side of the family, that’s where she gets her adventurous spirit,” Orla said to Faelan. “Even in kindergarten. Oh, the drawings she brought home. Aliens one day, monsters and angels the next. Your old sketchbook is in there, Briana. I thought you might want it.”

Bree spotted the book at the bottom of the box. A chill slid over her body as her mother’s voice faded. She stared at the cover, hands heavy with dread. Slowly she opened it. The first sketch was of the house and graveyard with its leaning headstones. The crypt sat in the center, larger than everything else. The tree hovered over it, its blackened branches stretching out like claws. She shivered and slammed the book shut. She shoved it back in the box and looked up to see Faelan watching her. Bree realized she had Emmy gripped tight against her chest. She put the panda back in the box as her mother droned on about her recklessness.

“Thank God the nightmares stopped after the crypt. I wish the recklessness had. The migraines she gave me. All through middle school and high school, she was always looking for some relic or treasure. You’d have thought she was on a quest. There was the gold-panning fiasco in college… I don’t know what she was thinking, traveling alone out in the middle of nowhere looking for gold that didn’t exist. But Lord, were there snakes.”

Faelan cocked one brow. “Snakes?”

“Her grandmother and I thought she would die. The doctor said she should have died. He’d never seen anyone recover from so many poisonous bites at once. She fell into a den of them. Cobras.” Orla gave an elegant shudder. “But she always heals fast. Her cousin Reggie used to say she was indestructible. She fell a lot, you know.”

“Aye,” Faelan said, the edge of a grin peeking out of his sexy mouth. “She still does.”

“They were copperheads, Mother. They don’t have cobras in Colorado. And if the medevac helicopter hadn’t flown in to get me, they wouldn’t have found Todd.”

“Who’s Todd?” Faelan asked, grin disappearing as his eyebrows gathered into a glare.

“Your disasters usually do end well.” Orla sighed. “For someone else. The poor child was hiking with his uncle,” she told Faelan. “They got caught in a rockslide, and the uncle died. The boy had a broken leg. The cell phone was buried with the uncle, and there wasn’t a soul around for thirty miles. He took shelter in a cave. He’d been there two days without food or water. When he heard the rescue helicopter, he crawled out and waved his shirt. The pilot saw him. Sweet boy. Bree visits him every year.”

“Was that the cave where she broke her ankle?”

“The cave,” her mother drawled in horror, wrapping a manicured hand around Faelan’s arm. “That was a different time. They had to cut the bat out of her hair. Have you ever heard of a bat strangling in someone’s hair? It’s a wonder she didn’t fall off the cliff. There she was, hanging from a tiny branch with a dead bat in her hair.”

“Damnation.”

“It was a small cliff,” Bree mumbled, glad her mother didn’t know half of her adventures. Too bad her sixth sense didn’t work in her own life.

“Her father, rest his soul, should’ve put his foot down. He bought her the most beautiful dolls, but all she wanted to do was hunt for treasure and explore caves, so he trekked around the countryside after her, metal detecting, bringing home twisted bits of metal they called coins. And the Civil War reenactments, egad! All those men lying on the ground pretending to be dead. Just not healthy for an eight-year-old. It’s her specialty now, the Civil War.”

The laughter left Faelan’s eyes like a candle doused by a wave.

“Mother, you’re going to make Faelan think I’m unstable.” She gave her mother a you’re-not-helping stare.

“Oh, but she’s not nearly as impulsive now,” her mother said, tightening her grip on Faelan’s arm. “She has quite a reputation as an antiquities expert. Her knowledge is very much in demand. She authenticated a dagger last year for a prince. And since most of her work is consulting, it won’t interfere with having children. You do like children?”

Bree suspected her mother had the wedding half planned. “Aren’t you going to be late meeting Sandy, mother?”

Her mother glanced at her watch. “Oh, where did the time go? I’m going to miss seeing her granddaughter. I’m beginning to think I’ll never have one.” She gave a dramatic sigh.

If they weren’t careful, her mother might get one, wedding or not.

Bree set the box behind the couch. “I need to leave too. I’m supposed to meet Janie—”

“Not alone,” Faelan said, scowling.

Bree’s hands balled into fists. “Are you going to do this again?”

“It’s too dangerous. I don’t trust Janie’s boyfriend,” he added, when Orla raised a perfectly plucked eyebrow.

“So protective, Briana. Just like your father.”

Bree gave Faelan a defiant glare. She didn’t need another man protecting her.

“Give me a hug, darling. I’m so glad I got to see you. And Faelan, it was wonderful meeting you. I hope this won’t be our last visit. Oh, what’s this?” she asked, leaning back to look at Bree’s necklace. “A gift?” She blasted Faelan with a blinding smile, like the necklace was a three-carat engagement ring.

“Don’t you recognize it?” Bree asked.

“Should I?”

“It was Daddy’s. Grandma gave it to me after he died. I… lost it. Faelan found it for me.”

Orla’s smile collapsed. She looked blank. “Your father’s. Of course. How silly of me. I must have forgotten. It’s been so long since I’ve seen it. Well, I have to run. I’ll probably sleep at Sandy’s. I almost suffocated last night from the dust and perfume. Faelan, dear, would you start the car and load my luggage? It’s so nice to have a man around. You need to bring him to Florida for a visit, Briana.”

“What are we going to do about her?” Bree asked, when her mother drove off.

“I was thinking she could give you lessons in proper female behavior.”

She turned to glare at him and saw his grin. He’d seemed delighted to meet her mother. He probably missed his own.

“But I’ll have to talk to her about embarrassing you,” he said.

Bree felt as gushy as when she’d seen the sanded floor. She started to hug him, but decided against it. They’d hardly touched since the bed and breakfast. Neither seemed sure which direction to go after making love again. Faelan acted worried, like he’d taken advantage of her, and Bree was feeling the aftershocks of discovering she’d almost married an eight-hundred-year-old demon.

“Why’d your cousin lock you in the crypt?”

“He was a brat. We thought it was haunted. We called it the Tomb of the Unnamed.” She could still remember the terror as Reggie closed the door and his wicked nine-year-old laugh, as he’d taunted that she was locked inside with a thing so evil it couldn’t be named. That was all she could remember about the event.

“What made you think it was haunted?”

She smiled. “Maybe I knew you were in there,” she said and shivered. She thought he paled, but it might have been a trick of the light. “There’ve always been stories about lights moving at night, shadows near the graves. Forget Cousin Reggie. I’ve been dying to show you something I found this morning.” Faelan followed her to the computer and stood behind her chair. “See there? Faelan Connor, born 1833.”



Chapter 21


“It’s me.” Faelan leaned closer, eyes soaking up the words on the screen. “Aiden there, that’s my father.”

“Duncan Connor. He must be your brother’s what, great-great-grandson? He was born in 1983, so he should have a year or so left as a warrior.”

“You’ve done it. You’ve found my clan.” Wrapping both arms around her shoulders, he kissed her cheek.

“And there’s a Sean Connor. There’s a phone number listed for him.”

“We can call.”

“We shouldn’t drop the news over the phone. I know it seems like days for you, but it’s been over a century and a half. The stories may have been lost.”

A muscle ticked at the corner of his mouth, and he nodded.

Bree knew his greatest worry wasn’t that there wouldn’t be warriors to help him, but that his clan had forgotten him. “I’ll call and say I have news of a relative, and we’ll fly there tonight. We need to get out of here anyway. Between the archeologists, the demons, and Peter, it’ll be impossible to keep you hidden.”

“What about your mother?”

“I’ll tell her something’s come up, and I’m going to meet your family. She’ll think we’re… well, it can’t be helped.” She’d be so excited about her misconceptions she wouldn’t mind.

“She’ll think we’re considering marriage.”

Bree enjoyed a brief daydream; her in a wedding dress, gliding down the aisle to join a dark-haired man…

“Does she like me, or is she desperate?”

Her daydream screeched to a halt. “Desperate? Don’t you think I can get a husband?”

“It’s just that a lot of people are trying to marry you off. I guess they figure you need a husband to keep you out of trouble.”

“That’s a chauvinistic thing to say.”

He grinned. “It’d bloody well take a jailer, not a husband.” The phone rang before she could throw out a sarcastic comment. “You’re going to answer it?” he asked, as she picked it up.

“It’s probably Peter. If I don’t answer, he’s going to show up at the door again.” Faelan had given her the note Peter left. Bree scrambled for an excuse to give him, but it was Jared.

“Can I come by? I need to talk to you.”

“I was just leaving. What’s wrong?”

“My backers are pulling out. Any chance you’ve made a decision about moving the dig? It’s probably too late anyway,” he said, voice weary.

She hated seeing Jared distressed after all he’d done for her. Maybe he was the one her grandmother wanted her to help, not Faelan. It was her idea to let Jared dig. Bree had met him here. She’d showed up at her grandmother’s, on the run from Russell, and interrupted Jared and her grandmother discussing excavating. Both of them had taken one look at Bree and known she was in trouble. Jared offered to track Russell down and tell him to leave Bree alone. She refused, but she and Jared had been friends ever since.

“I’ll let you move the dig if you can wait until I get back. I’m leaving town for a few days.” She couldn’t have Jared and his men here until Druan was no longer a threat. “You think it might help keep your funding?”

Faelan stood with his arms crossed over his chest, listening. With him, there was no such thing as a private conversation.

“It’ll have to do,” Jared said. “Thank you. This is a sudden trip. Where are you going?”

“I have some friends in Scotland who want me to look over some old documents.” Faelan lifted one sexy brow, and Bree tugged at her necklace, distressed at how easily lies were dripping off her tongue. “I’ve always wanted to visit Scotland,” she said, diluting the lie with truth. “We… I’m leaving tonight.” The chain snapped, and the necklace fell to the floor.

“After that murder, I’d feel better if you weren’t there. I caught one of my new guys snooping around. And someone broke into the trailer and stole a shovel and some clothes.”

She hoped Druan hadn’t planted one of his henchmen on Jared’s crew. She could warn him, but that might put him in more danger. Jared would barge out and confront the man.

“I won’t be around for a couple of days myself,” Jared said, “but I’ll check on the house when I get back.”

“You’re leaving, too?” She hoped he was. This place was too dangerous.

“My uncle is taking me to meet the backers, to see if I can get them to change their minds. The possibility of expanding the dig might do the trick.”

“What was that about?” Faelan demanded after she hung up.

“He wants to move the dig closer to the house.”

“I heard. He’s already too close.”

“I’m trying to hold him off until Druan is out of the way.”

“I should meet Jared,” Faelan said, frowning.

“He’s leaving for a couple of days. I’ll introduce you when we get back. I can say you’re Cousin Reggie.” She picked up the necklace, looking at the broken clasp. She hoped there’d be an earth left to dig in.

***

The trembling man watched as skin stretched and thickened, nose flattening, forehead bulging. The stench of sulfur filled the air as the man transformed into a monster.

“What did he look like?” the monster snarled.

The man shrank back. “T-tall. It was too dark to see anything,” he lied, not knowing why the monster cared.

“Did you hear his name?” Long teeth gnashed inches from his face.