Epilogue
Scotland
Present Day
Declan Wallace smiled and clasped his hands in front of him. All his work, all the research into the spells had paid off.
The great and feared Deirdre now stood before him. Her white eyes glared daggers at him.
“Who are you?” she demanded.
Declan shrugged and let his eyes take in her slim figure and the black gown that only made her white hair and eyes more beautiful. “Someone who has gone to a great deal to bring you to me.”
Her eyes narrowed as her magic built. “What have you done?”
“There’s no need to attempt to use your magic on me. It willna work. And I brought you here because, together, the world awaits us.”
He saw the ends of her hair twitch along the floor. He knew she would try to use her magic. Any good drough would. But he wasn’t just any drough.
He was the one who would conquer the world.
And master Deirdre.
Thank you for reading DARKEST HIGHLANDER.