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eBook Description: One prophecy to save the world. Two realms fighting for control. Three Druid sisters who hold the key to salvation and the hearts of the men that would love them. A Mercenary haunted by his sinister past? Gregor MacLachlan has much to hide. Not only has he made a name for himself throughout Scotland as a man that knew how to kill, but no one knows his true identity as that of the laird of MacLachlan's son--banished from his home. Gregor has been content with his life, never relying on anyone or anything. Until Fiona.... A powerful, independent Druid priestess? Fiona Sinclair depends on one person--herself. She learned early on that she was alone in this world, a world that took her sisters and her parents. Yet, the call to The Druid's Glen is strong, and the man responsible for her parent's death stalks her. There is only one man that can get her safely to the Glen, but can she afford the price Gregor asks when it means giving up both her freedom--and her heart? Rating: Contains violence, adult language, and graphic sexual content.

eBook Publisher: New Concepts Publishing, Published: 2006
Fictionwise Release Date: June 2007

This eBook is part of the following series:

• Donna Grant's Druid's Glen Series

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ISBN: 1586089129

Sinclair Castle, Highlands

February 3, 1607

"Hurry," Fiona urged her older sister, Moira.

Moira stopped and turned so fast the candle flame narrowly missed Fiona's face. "If you don't hush, I'm going to return to our chamber and leave you alone."

"All right. I promise to be quiet, but, please, hurry. I want to see her again."

"Her" was the newest addition to their family, a baby girl Fiona had only seen for a brief time. Now she wanted to be able to sit and stare at the tiny, beautiful babe for as long as she wanted. She wouldn't disturb her parents, for she would be quiet as a mouse.

It hadn't taken long to talk Moira into walking with her, either. She would have gone by herself, but she didn't like venturing into the dark hallways where things might jump out at her. Not that they ever had, but one never knew.

Moira stopped again and held up her hand. Fiona brushed past her. Moira was forever acting like she knew everything, but Fiona didn't have time to find out what she was up to now. She had a baby to see.

"Fiona, stop," Moira whispered loudly.

She sighed, hoping Moira would realize she didn't want to play now. "What is it?"

"I heard something," Moira mumbled and raised the candle above her head so it would cast more glow in the hallway.

Fiona waited for her to say more, but as she turned to continue to their parent's chamber, she heard it also.

The clanging of swords.

"Something is happening," Moira shouted as she grabbed Fiona's arm. "Come. We must see to our cousins."

"What about our sister?"

"Da will take care of her and Mother. Come," Moira ordered and ran back to their chamber.

Fiona quickly followed, her bare feet making nary a sound as they ran. But as they neared their chamber they heard the screams of their cousins. And the sound of men laughing. There was no doubt in her young mind that her cousins would not live through the night.

She didn't see Moira stop and hide in the shadows as she began to run to their chamber in hopes of helping her cousins, until Moira jerked her back against the wall.

"We must get to safety," Moira whispered urgently.

"We can't just leave them."

"Remember what Da said," Moira said urgently. "We must get to the woods. Now."

Fiona couldn't understand why soldiers would want to hurt their cousins, but she didn't think on it as Moira dragged her away. Not obeying their father wasn't an option. She kept pace with her sister as they found the secret door that would lead them through the castle undetected.

Even in the passage they could hear the battle that raged in the bailey and great hall. The terrified screams reached them. When Fiona covered her ears with her hands and stopped, Moira got her moving again with a gentle yank. They didn't stop again until they reached the door that led outside the castle walls. To a place no one would find them.

Slowly Moira opened the door and peeked out. After a few moments, she motioned to Fiona and they quickly ran to the hiding spot their da had shown them in case something like this ever happened.

They reached the spot, but all Fiona could think of was their tiny sister. "We left her," she wailed to her older sibling.

"Nay," Moira shook her head. "I'm going back to get her."

But as she turned to leave, a shadow fell over them. They gasped and looked up to find Cormag MacDougal, their father's longtime friend and confidant.

"'Tis glad I am I found the two of ye," he said and stuck his sword in the ground to wipe the blood off. "We must go. There's no time to waste."

"Nay," Fiona and Moira said in unison.

"I must get the babe," Moira stated. "Watch Fiona until I return," she said and slipped past Cormag.

Fiona tried to run after her older sister, but Cormag's strong arms came around her. "Nay, lass. We'll wait for yer sister."

She buried her face in his neck and cried as they waited for Moira. The time past when Moira should have returned.

"We must go," he said, his anxiety clear, even to a child of Fiona's age.

Then, out of the clearing came a man Fiona had seen only once before. He was Frang, a man her parents had talked with frequently and respected mightily.

"You cannot wait," Frang said, his voice low as he glanced around them. His gaze turned to Cormag. "Take Fiona. You know what to do."

Without another word Cormag turned and hurried to his horse. "Nay," Fiona yelled and thrashed against Cormag's barrel chest. She couldn't believe her sister had left her.

"Shhh, child," Cormag said.

She ignored him and continued to struggle in his arms. To her relief, she managed to get free. She dashed toward the castle when Frang stepped in her path. He knelt down, and she ran into his arms.

"Please," she begged as he held her tight.

He put his hands on her head and said words too hushed for her to hear, but she found herself becoming very sleepy. Then, Cormag pulled her into his arms and mounted his horse. He settled her against him, and Fiona found it difficult to keep her eyes open. She gave up the struggle and shut her eyes, but she didn't sleep.

"Hurry," Frang said. "Time is running out."

"How did this happen?"

"I don't know, but the children must be kept safe. I will find Moira."

"What about Duncan and Catriona?"

A loud sigh. "They're gone. He's taken the baby."

"Saint Anthony," Cormag cursed. "You know where to find me. I will keep Fiona safe and raise her as my own."

No more words were spoken as Cormag nudged his horse. Tears coursed down Fiona's face. She had just gotten her little sister and now she was gone. Someone had taken her and killed her parents, but how was that possible?

And why hadn't Moira returned like she promised? How could Moira have forgotten about her?