“You scared the heck out of me.” Shay wrapped her arms around his waist, and he pulled her close, dropping a kiss on her head.

“What the hell?” said a voice from the doorway.

Shay and Jamie turned. Cody stood just inside the door, his face drained of color. A flush of anger crept up his neck. “Jamie Waters? He’s your boyfriend?”

Shay stepped away from Jamie. “He’s not my boyfriend.”

Cody stormed across the room. “You know the rules. Does the clan know about this?”

“The clan?” Shay asked. “Jamie knows about your clan?”

“You didn’t tell her, did you? You bastard!” Cody threw the first punch. It hit Jamie’s chin, and he staggered.

“Stop it! He’s hurt,” Shay yelled.

Jamie returned the swing, catching Cody in the jaw.

Shay jumped between them, and they both drew up short, glaring at each other over her head. “What’s going on?”

“Ask your boyfriend about his talisman.”

“Talisman?” She looked at Jamie. Guilt was written on his face. Her gaze fell to the necklace he never took off, not even in bed. He’d said it was a family heirloom. It resembled Cody’s. And Marcas’s. And Lachlan’s. “No,” she whispered.

“I’m sorry, Shay,” Jamie said. “I didn’t intend—”

“You’re one of them?” She backed away until she hit something solid. Strong hands gripped her shoulders. Shay turned, her eyes level with Faelan’s necklace—talisman—outlined beneath his shirt.

“You’re bleeding. Where’s Bree?” He followed Shay’s gaze to where Bree stood by the overturned table, bloody hands extended over it, a blank look in her eyes, while Cody and Jamie hurled insults like knives.

“Be quiet,” Faelan told them. He hurried to her side. “She’s having a vision.”

Bree ran her hands down the front of the table, reached underneath, and a drawer popped out. A piece of paper lay inside.

“I didn’t know it did that,” Shay said.

Bree snapped out of her vision as Faelan reached for the paper. “The Book of Battles.” His voice was grainy, like it was made of sand. “It’s the last page from the Book of Battles.”

“What’s a Book of Battles?” Shay asked, alarmed at the stricken looks on the faces around her, even Jamie’s. She was the outsider again.

“You think the book was in there?” Jamie asked.

“You’re the one with the table. Why don’t you tell us?” Cody said.

“Go to hell, MacBain.”

“You were sent to protect her,” Cody growled. “Not sleep with her.”

“You were sent to protect me?” Shay shook her head in disbelief.

“I’m sorry, Shay. Marcas and Lachlan asked me to keep an eye on you. I didn’t mean to—”

Cody stepped in front of Jamie. Shay slipped from the room while they circled each other like predators.

Shay dug for her keys as she hurried to her car, but they weren’t in her pocket. She must have dropped them when she and Bree moved Jamie. She wasn’t going back in there. She looked inside Cody’s truck. His keys were in the ignition. He could drive her car or stay with Jamie. As far as she was concerned, Cody and Jamie could both rot in hell.

Bree ran out as Shay opened Cody’s truck door. “Where are you going?”

“I need to get away from here.”

“You can’t go alone. It’s too dangerous.” A roar erupted from inside the house. “Heck. I’m coming with you.” Bree opened the passenger door and slid in. “Let them fight it out.”

***

The servant parked down the street, watching the house through binoculars. It was the ex-boyfriend’s house. What was she doing there? Reconciling? A truck pulled into the driveway, and two men got out. The warrior who was always with her, the one the master said she had to stay away from, and the man in the kilt. He was tired of all these men hovering. It was impossible to get near her. Her house was like a damned hotel. Was she sleeping with one—or all—of them?

The rage built inside him, growing until he thought it might burn him alive. He pulled out his knife, put it to his arm, and stopped. He’d cut something, all right. The master said it was crucial that they not have children. He couldn’t kill her yet, even if the master wanted him too, but he could get rid of the warrior. The master would like that.

After the men entered the house, he pulled closer and parked his car behind a thick maple covered with red leaves. He glanced at the house. All clear. He approached the man’s truck and lay down beside the wheel, holding his knife and an empty 7-11 coffee cup. It didn’t take long.

Hurrying back to his car, he moved out of sight and wiped the fluid from his knife blade with a dirty handkerchief. He heard an engine start, and the warrior’s truck backed out of the driveway. It wouldn’t be long. As the truck sped by his hiding place, he saw Shay in the driver’s seat.

“No!” he screamed.

***

“Get your hands off me—” Jamie said, bristling.

“Shut up! Both of you,” Faelan shouted, pulling Jamie and Cody apart. “Where’s Bree and Shay?”

An engine roared to life. “That’s my truck,” Cody said. “Damn it, that’s my truck!” They sprinted outside in time to see the Toyota pull away with Shay and Bree inside. “Stop!”

The truck kept going, spitting dirt and gravel. Cody ran to Shay’s rental car and yanked open the door. “No keys.”

“We can take my truck.” Jamie ran into the house and returned with keys to his grandfather’s faded green Chevy. Faelan shoved Cody in the middle and climbed in beside him. The old engine thundered and grumbled. Jamie threw it in drive and pulled onto the road. The men bounced along, jammed shoulder to shoulder, as the truck whined and climbed the winding mountain road.

“If you two weren’t fighting, they wouldn’t have run off,” Faelan said.

Cody didn’t know Jamie as well as his brothers did, but he always considered him a friend. A few weeks ago, Marcas told Cody they’d had Jamie keeping an eye on Shay for the past several months, since he lived in Scotland, not far from Shay. They hadn’t bothered to tell him Jamie was her bloody boyfriend. Cody had gone to Scotland to find her as soon as his duty was over. He’d felt as nervous and excited as a teenager… until he saw the ring on her hand.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were engaged to her when I saw you in Scotland?” Cody asked Jamie. He’d sat next to Jamie at the castle, never dreaming it was his ring Cody had seen on Shay’s finger.

“Marcas told me to keep my mouth shut. And Shay and I weren’t together then anyway,” Jamie said, his voice tight.

They reached the top of the mountain, nearing the entrance to Skyline Drive. “Any idea which road they took?” Faelan asked.

“Call them,” Jamie said.

Cody and Faelan looked at each other. “My phone’s in the truck,” Cody said.

“Mine too. Use yours,” Faelan said to Jamie.

Jamie grimaced. “It’s in the house.”

“Shay’ll take Skyline Drive,” Cody said. “She likes the scenery.”

“I know that,” Jamie said.

“I see them. Won’t this thing go faster?” Faelan grumbled as they turned onto the scenic mountaintop road. He shifted, knocking Cody in the ribs, and peered out the window. “Nandor was quicker than this.”

“This truck’s probably just as old,” Cody muttered.

***

“I should have connected the dots,” Shay said as the truck moved along the scenic drive. “Those blasted necklaces—talismans. But I grew up around men who wore necklaces… wait, are the tattoos part of all this?”

“Yes. All warriors have them.”

Shay thumped her palm on the steering wheel. “Is there anyone who hasn’t lied to me?”

“I don’t blame you for being angry, but keep in mind that warriors are sworn to secrecy,” Bree said. “They can’t reveal clan secrets without permission from the Council.”

“But the man asked me to marry him and never bothered to mention he was a warrior sent to baby-sit me!”

“Men can be jackasses sometimes, but don’t forget how much they’ve all sacrificed to protect you. Especially Cody.”

There was something in Bree’s voice that made Shay look at her. “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t know. Just this feeling. There’s something about this whole thing. I don’t think it’s just about you. I think Cody is involved too.”

“You think the stalker is after Cody?” Shay glanced in the rearview mirror, frowning, and the truck swerved toward the low wall that lined the road.

“It’s somehow connected to both of you. Do you want me to drive?” Bree asked.

Shay frowned. “No. Sorry, I thought I recognized the car behind us.”

“They’ll be following us, no doubt about that.”

“Not the men. It looks like Renee’s car.” The truck veered again, moving close to the wall that blocked the drop to the valley far below. Shay tapped the brakes, but the truck picked up speed.

“Could we slow down a tad? My stomach’s feeling queasy.” The tires squealed as Shay rounded the curve. The truck scraped the wall, throwing Bree into the door.

Shay gripped the steering wheel and pumped the brakes. “The brakes aren’t working!” She pulled the truck back onto the road, and it continued picking up speed. She tried to calm her panic and listen for Cody’s voice. Keep a clear head. Think. You’ve been equipped with what you need. She pictured his face as the next curve loomed ahead. “Hang on, I’m going to try to slow the truck down.”

“Hurry!” Bree’s panicked voice sounded far away. The engine whined as Shay lowered it to third, then second gear. The truck slowed, but they were still approaching the next curve too fast. She dropped it to first, and the truck jerked.

“Hold on,” Shay yelled.

“Oh my God! We’re going over!” Bree covered her stomach with both hands as they hurtled toward the edge of the mountain.

***

“I see something red,” Faelan said, craning his neck. “No, that’s a car. It’s the same color as Cody’s truck.”

Cody squinted. “There they are. A few curves ahead.”

“I see them,” Jamie said, speeding up. “What the—she almost hit the wall!”

“What’s she doing?” Faelan scooted forward.

Cody moved to avoid getting his ribs cracked and bumped Jamie’s arm, causing the truck to jerk. “Something’s wrong,” he said, as they lost sight of Cody’s truck.

Faelan had his knees against the dashboard, head moving like a bobblehead doll, trying to spot Cody’s truck. “Where’d they go?”

Cody shoved Faelan’s hand off his leg and tried to scoot forward. “There it is. She’s going too fast.” The truck righted itself, only to veer toward the next overlook. It lurched several times, slowing, but not enough.

“Damnation—”

“She’s headed for the drop-off!” Cody’s throat went dry. They watched as the truck careened toward the edge and disappeared. Jamie jammed the accelerator to the floor.

As soon as they reached the accident site, Faelan opened the door and jumped out before the truck came to a complete stop. Cody was on his heels. He could see the red car speeding around the next bend. Bastard hadn’t even stopped. The front of Cody’s truck was wedged against a cedar, the only thing keeping it from plunging down the mountain. The passenger door was open, and Bree lay on her side a few feet away.

“Mo ghaol.” Faelan’s voice was choked as he dropped beside Bree.

“Shay!” Cody rushed to the driver’s side, skidding to a halt as the ground dropped away. He ran around to the other side, where Faelan was trying to wake Bree. Blood trickled from Bree’s head, and three tiny drops were on the back of her neck, peeking out from under her hair. Or was it a mark? There was something odd about it.

Cody edged around them and peered in the open passenger door. A flip-flop lay on the floor and another on the seat, but Shay wasn’t there. His heart thudded. Had she been thrown out? The pine creaked and the truck shifted. God, don’t let her be under there. Cody knelt to check, but the space beneath the truck was covered with rocks and trees that could hide a body.

Jamie rushed up, carrying a wench line. “Attach this to the frame. If that tree snaps, the truck’s gone.”

“Shay’s not in the truck,” Cody said.

“Then where…” Jamie paled. Both men looked down the mountainside, covered in trees and jagged rocks that could shatter bones and tear flesh. Even if she was alive, if she was in the path of the truck, it would crush her.

“Hurry.” Cody put the hook in place while Jamie rushed back to his Chevy and tightened the line, steadying the truck. “I’ll check down there,” Cody said. “You check the top.”

“Shay!” Cody yelled, scrambling down the hill, holding onto trees. He wedged his feet against outcroppings of rocks to keep from falling.