A Fine Scottish Spell (The Magical Matchmakers of Seven Cairns #2)

“W hat if she refuses?” Ishbel asked quietly as they floated over the rugged, snow covered land, safe from the storm while enclosed in their crystal orbs.

“And I still say we shouldha simply folded realities and stepped into their entry hall. Ye know they see us coming, aye? I spied them atop the skirting wall. They have tripled their guard, and knowing the chieftain, the army of the Dark Fae could very well be upon us before we know it.”

“And that is exactly why we did not fold our realities and enter MacStrath Castle without warning. We have mishandled this from the verra start and must do better—for Emily’s sake and out of respect to Grand Chieftain Gryffe.

” A sense of despondency filled Mairwen as they drew closer to the fortress.