Chapter 30
When they arrived in Scotland, Tavis stood looking at his homeplace for some time. Anna didn’t rush him. She stayed at his side, her hand in his as he took it all in. It was wonderful being back, but his heart hurt knowing Ian wasn’t here to annoy them with his puzzles and pranks, and Alana wasn’t here with her quick smiles. Nor his mother and father. He turned and saw Faelan standing nearby, and he was thankful. He’d gotten one brother back, and he had a child.
One on the way. One buried in the ground.
Tavis went alone to his son’s grave. William Aiden Connor was buried near Ian, rather than his own wife and children, but it seemed fitting. Ian had looked out for him in the beginning of his life. He hoped Ian would look out for him until Tavis joined them on the other side. He wished he could have known him. Known what kind of child he was. Taught him the things fathers should teach their sons, how to swing a sword and ride a horse. Taught him about respect, honor, and responsibility. Ian had done that in the beginning. What happened to William afterward? Did Bessie remarry? Did a stranger raise his son? There was still so much he needed to learn about the son he never knew.
A hand touched his shoulder. Faelan dropped down beside him. “I asked Sean to find out as much about his life as he could. He was a good warrior. He had two sons and a daughter. A big part of this clan came from you. It’s a funny thing.”
Tavis smiled. “Even Sean started calling me grandfather. Anna put a stop to it. She said she’s not going to have someone saying she’s marrying a grandfather.”
“I’m glad you found Anna. You were meant to be here.”
Tavis looked at the grave. “I hope you’re right. I believe you are. I see that Alana named a son after you. Sweet Alana.”
“I know. The worst part is, it seems like just days ago that I saw her,” Faelan said. “How could wee Alana even have a child?”
Tavis nodded. “Instead of laughing and running, she’s buried in a grave. I swear I expected Ian to come running out to meet me when I got here. I miss them.”
“Aye. But I have you, and I’m bloody glad. Here, this belongs to you.” Faelan handed Tavis the white stone. “I put it on your grave. I thought I’d never see you again in this lifetime. Perhaps our children will carry on the tradition.”
“Aye, that would be grand.”
“If we don’t get moving, we’re going to miss Cody and Shay’s second attempt at a wedding,” Faelan said.
“I hope this one proves uneventful.”
* * *
Cody and Shayhad decided to get married in the same chapel where Bree and Faelan had recently wed. Coira and the women had worked hard to pull it all together, with Cody alongside them. He was terrified that the Council was going to come for Shay. He wouldn’t let them take her, but he’d said he would prefer not to murder the Council members unless it was necessary. Anna hoped that she and Tavis would be as happy as the other couples.
“It’s perfect,” Shay said. “I didn’t tell Cody, but I really wanted to be married in Scotland.”
“You’re getting your wish,” Anna said.
“Ready?” Ewan asked Shay. “Let’s try this again.”
The music started. Faelan and Bree went first. Marcas offered his arm to Sorcha. She was sullen. Something was troubling her. Probably the rumors about the traitor. The clan was still worried about it. Anna was planning to pick up where Angus left off and find out what really happened and who was responsible.
“Are you going to daydream all day or let me escort you down the aisle?” Lachlan asked, offering Anna his arm.
“How could I resist such an offer?” She accepted and glanced at Tavis, who looked out of sorts. She gave him a conciliatory smile, and he relaxed.
“I hope there are no interruptions this time,” Lachlan whispered.
“You and me, too.” Shay had joined Cody at the front of the chapel, and there was a moment where Anna wished it were she and Tavis. They would, in time. She… getting married. It was shocking. Exhilarating.
“What’s that secret smile about?” Lachlan asked.
“It’s a secret, duh.”
“If Tavis gets tired of you, let me know,” he said with a grin.
“He’ll knock you out if you even mention it.”
“Why do you think I’m telling you?” he whispered in her ear as Tavis scowled.
The wedding went off without a hitch. Shay and Cody were dazzling, and Anna was getting more excited—and nervous— thinking about her own upcoming wedding. And the baby’s birth. It would be several days before her pregnancy could be confirmed by a doctor, but Anna had as much faith in Bree’s feelings as she did modern medicine.
“I guess it’s your turn next,” Ronan said, slipping beside her at the reception. Tables had been set up outside and were loaded with food and drinks.
“Or yours. You could marry one of your many groupies,” Anna said.
“You know that’s a crock,” Ronan said.
She smiled. She was one of the few who knew the truth about Ronan. Declan walked up next to his twin. They could easily be mistaken for one another when they wore kilts.
Ronan smacked Declan on the chest. “Maybe Declan here’s hiding a mate. How about it, brother?”
“Marriage isn’t for me,” Declan said.
“That’s what Anna said. Now she’s drooling over Tavis and having his baby.”
Anna poked Ronan in the ribs. “Don’t rub it in, or I’ll make you pay. What’s that noise?”
“Sounds like a helicopter,” Declan said. Everyone looked around for the source. It seemed to be coming from the sky.
“Maybe there’s a late wedding guest,” Anna said.
“It’s not a helicopter,” Ronan said, drawing his sword. “I’ve heard that sound before.”
Anna didn’t question his actions but drew her dagger. The air wavered like a warped mirror. The warriors backed up, staring in shock as a fortress appeared in the middle of the fields. “It’s Tristol’s fortress,” Anna whispered. She and the other warriors got into position.
Tavis ran up to her. “Get back, Anna. Please.”
“We talked about this. I’m a warrior.”
“And you’re going to be a mother.”
“I can be both, for now.”
Tavis growled, but he stood next to her, or rather, in front of her.
The fortress was huge, dwarfing the Connor castle, which sat nearby. The door to the fortress opened, and a man stepped out. He was smiling, until he saw the wedding party. His smile faded, and he looked stunned. He turned back to the fortress.
“No,” Ronan whispered, then louder, “Stop!” He and Declan started running after the man.
“Bloody hell,” Tavis said. “It’s the hybrid.”
Anna supposed this released her from her vow of secrecy. She sighed. “His name is Cam.”