A Fine Scottish Love (The Magical Matchmakers of Seven Cairns #4)

Prologue

Greetings to ye from the glorious Highlands of Scotland—in whatever century or realm ye happen to claim as yer own.

In case this is our first meeting, I am Mairwen, Master Time Weaver.

In truth, I am Master of all the Divine Weavers, ordained by the goddesses Bride and Cerridwen to ensure that the blessed Highland Veil remains intact and that the many worlds and planes of time that it separates remain separated, except for a few friendly visits here and there to unite fated mates.

Ye see, fated mates experience the strongest of all love bonds, and those love bonds strengthen the weave of the Veil, protecting it against those who would destroy it to spread chaos throughout every known reality. Darkness always seeks to take control. It must be kept at bay.

My apprentice, Keeva, helps me stay up to date with each world’s latest discoveries. Things that catch a mortal’s eye and lures them—beg pardon—I mean, entices them to visit Seven Cairns in the Highlands of Scotland. These effective enticements tend to change throughout the centuries.

At first glance, ye would think Seven Cairns no more than a quaint Scottish village known for its healing waters, but the Council of Weavers and I know differently.

It is a portal, a carefully managed gateway, a door through the intricate yet powerful Veil that separates this world from the next, and the next, and so on through the untold layers of worlds, moments in time, and mystical places only thought to be legendary locations with legendary creatures.

But that’s the thing about legends—there is often more truth to them than you might think.

So if ye find yerself compelled to visit a wee quiet village in the Highlands, dinna ignore yer intuition. The blessed Highland Veil could be in need of yer help and calling out to ye.