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    Dragon Laird's Witch
    Dragon Laird's Witch
    Dragon Laird's Witch
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    Dragon Laird's Witch

    By Aurelia Skye

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    When witch Brenna escapes the Englishman enslaving her and using her power for his own evil ends, the only place to run is to the dragon-shifters of the Highlands. The Scots are at war for their independence, and as the Bloodiest Eye, the notorious Seer who has caused the death of many, however reluctantly, she knows they’ll kill her if they believe she’s a threat.

    One shared glance with Cameron Balfour has her imagining a future entwined with his. She lets the laird believe the lie that taking her virtue will drain her powers, but as their one night becomes more, she knows she’s going to have to admit her deception. With Sir Walstone still searching for her, eager to have her gift of Sight under his control again, she might not survive long enough to tell him the truth or accept his mating mark.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherAmourisa Press
    Release dateSep 5, 2020
    ISBN9781005779429
    Dragon Laird's Witch
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    Aurelia Skye

    Aurelia Skye is the pen name USA Today bestselling author Kit Tunstall uses when writing science fiction and/or paranormal romance. It’s simply a way to separate the myriad types of stories she writes so readers know what to expect with each “author.” Join Kit's Mailing List to keep up with her new releases across all pen names and receive free books: http://kittunstall.com/newsletter (You can also opt to receive just notifications for Aurelia Skye when signing up.)

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      Dragon Laird's Witch - Aurelia Skye

      Chapter 1

      Brenna did her best to keep running, trying to ignore the stitch in her side. It had been with her for at least several miles, and she was aware of her pace slowing, so she focused for a moment and tried to infuse some of her magic into stamina. It didn’t seem to work, and she wasn’t really surprised. She had one main gift, and that was the gift of Sight. Some witches had a multitude of talents, but many were like her, with just one area of expertise.

      How she had cursed her Sight over these many years. It had led to permanent separation from her family when she was just nine years old, after Sir Frederick Walstone had heard rumors of her talents. He’d taken her from her family, and he’d held her captive eleven years now.

      At first, he hadn’t trusted her at all, and she’d made several escape attempts. Only as the years passed, and she learned to temper her impulse to flee, had he started to take fewer precautions. By this point, he believed her to be a well-heeled pet.

      She grinned in savage satisfaction that she had proven him wrong, though the feeling of victory was short-lived. She had fled from the English encampment near the border of the main conflict, and by now, she must be in the Highlands. While she considered Walstone her greatest enemy, the Highlanders would have no use for her either if they caught her. She’d escaped one fire just to enter another inferno, but she was still more afraid of returning to Walstone’s camp than she was of risking the possibility of running into dragon-shifting Highlanders.

      She ran as far as she could for another half-hour, until the stitch in her side overwhelmed her. Breathing heavily, Brenna leaned against a gnarled old tree, looking around the darkness as she fought fear and confusion. The moon was barely visible this evening, and though the stars shone brightly at this elevation in the Highlands, they weren’t sufficient to provide true elimination for navigation.

      The smart thing to do would be to stop for the night, but where? If she kept running blindly, she had no idea where she would end up, but if she stopped and tried to resume in the morning, she was far more likely to run into a Highlander during the daylight hours. The best she could hope for would be a kindly farmer’s wife who might understand her plight to some extent and not turn her over to the nearest laird—and she had no idea who that might be.

      She’d seen the map of the Highlands that rested on Frederick’s table in his tent, and she could picture it in her mind, but that didn’t lead to her knowing where she was exactly. It was perhaps one advantage to her that most of the Highlanders were involved in personal conflicts between clans in addition to waging war against the English, so perhaps they wouldn’t all unite against her.

      Maybe she could make it to a disinterested clan. She closed her eyes, struggling to recall the map in its entirety. There were two areas that were tinted yellow on the aging paper to indicate they were no threat to the English, either by treaty or by remaining neutral to the entire fight.

      Try as she might, she couldn’t recall the names of them though, and she remembered with a sinking feeling in her chest that they were quite far up on the map. She’d come many miles since her escape, but she was nowhere close to either one of those clans, and there was no guarantee either would accept her or offer her sanctuary from Walstone or the Highlanders who would like to kill her.

      That was a grim reality. As soon as they realized she was Sir Frederick Walstone’s infamous Seer, any Highlander with an ounce of common sense would immediately kill her. It wouldn’t matter to him that she been held captive and forced to provide the visions she’d given over the years, for she was a risk to his people. She understood that, but it didn’t have her eager to line up to meet the broadside of an angry Highlander’s sword.

      The darkness seemed to be growing, and it had a malevolent tinge to it. She shivered as she wondered if it were her imagination, or if there was witchcraft involved in the darkening fog. She wasn’t the only witch Walstone kept as a prisoner, but she didn’t think they had caught up with her yet.

      With luck, they wouldn’t discover her escape until morning, for when she had knocked out the guard who was only paying her cursory attention, she had used some of her limited power to ensure he would remain sleeping for at least a full day. Then she had dragged him over to her sleeping pallet and covered him with the blanket to make it seem like her form. If anyone glanced in, she hoped it would be enough to fool them until morning, when everyone rose.

      She wondered if there was a witch among the Highlanders, one who was protecting her territory. Brenna shuddered at the idea of ending up in conflict with another witch, especially since she had no personal stake in fighting the Scottish. She thought they were entitled to their freedom, just as she was, but she wasn’t certain any of them would listen to her long enough to allow her to share that opinion.

      When she felt like she could breathe again, Brenna made the reluctant decision to press on despite the darkness and the malevolent cloyingness of the fog surrounding her. If she were in the midst of a spell, she wouldn’t be doing herself any favors by remaining in it. The right spell could sap all of her powers before she realized what was happening, and she couldn’t afford to be completely defenseless.

      Her side still ached, so it limited her to a fast walk more than a run, but she pressed on for at least another hour, finding the darkness thickening the farther she went. It had to be a spell of some sort, and she finally tapped into her own powers again to provide a little illumination. She had barely produced a flare of light in her palm when she heard shouting in the distance. This way.

      She immediately realized her mistake. The flare of light had betrayed her presence. Likely, whomever hunted her had already known she was there anyway, but now she had made it easy for them. Brenna focused on extinguishing the light and started running, though she had no idea to where she was fleeing. She had only the goal of escaping the voices that were moving toward her, coordinating together via shouts.

      Though running away from them seemed like a smart solution, Brenna froze abruptly, no longer able to move as tendrils of the dark fog wrapped around her, and she shuddered at the feel of magic binding her. Somehow, she managed to tear herself loose, but she only made a few more feet of progress before several large warriors wearing belted red and gold plaids stepped out the darkness to surround her. Light glowed from their torches.

      As soon as they approached, the darkness that had been creeping over her receded, and she realized the power must come from one of the warriors. Her gaze moved to the one in the middle, whose bright green eyes seemed to glow with malice, and she realized it was him. She shuddered at the angry look he sent her way, and she wanted to collapse to the ground, though she thought that was more from fear than magic.

      What are you doing here, Maclaren lass? asked the one on his left. He was a slightly older man with a scarred visage and long brown hair. He didn’t seem particularly concerned on her behalf, but at least he wasn’t reacting with rage or fear.

      She looked down, recalling her impulsive gesture of stealing what she’d thought was a blanket from a laundry line earlier in the evening when she had first reached what she was certain was Scottish-held territory. Eyeing it now in contrast to how they wore their plaids, she realized tucked around herself wasn’t quite the proper way, but it was giving her camouflage and hiding her English dress.

      Well, lass, what is a Maclaren doing on Balfour land? Do you not know of the feud between us?

      She looked down, not saying anything. He spoke in thick Gaelic, or perhaps even Dragonish. She couldn’t be certain, but her power allowed her to understand what he was saying even if she didn’t know what language he spoke. It was one of the few benefits of being a witch that was innate in nearly every magical being she had ever met. They knew how to speak languages they had never heard, likely able to read the intent behind the communication more than the words themselves.

      Perhaps she is daft, said the warrior

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