Epilogue

Epilogue

Marie lifted another rock from the rubble by the priory and shifted it so she got into the old refectory. She huffed a groan and rubbed her lower back. As she stood, her very pregnant belly stuck out.

John came by her side in an instant. "I told ye not to lift anything heavy." He cradled her belly and rubbed her lower back.

She sighed in relief. "I know, but I can't seem to wait. I want to get everything done before the babe arrives."

John smiled as he held her. "Ye can't possibly get all this done, and the babe will be here soon, long before we finish the total renovation. We have the main building already done and a place to live until it's all finished."

Marie sighed as John guided her out the doorway into the garden. "Plus, I have a surprise for ye."

Marie smiled as she allowed her husband to distract her from her work. The lads from the wharf worked on the rubble and planned to finish the clearing today. John led her around the bend of the main priory, and set out in the garden area by Loch Etive sat a MacArthur plaid, an array of food bins, and a bottle of Marie's favorite water setting in ice. She constantly craved iced water during her pregnancy, and John always kept a supply close at hand.

She smiled and looked at her husband. "A picnic. Ye know I love picnics."

John took her hand in his and kissed it. "Aye, the first of many we'll have at our new home at Ardchattan Priory."

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The Fae Realm, Purgatory Prison

Balor, King of Fomoire, the evil Fae, viewed her, clear as day, from his prison in purgatory. If he concentrated hard enough, he got through the prison's energy wall and connected with the evil Fae he sent to the eighteenth century. He ordered the dumb chit to search for the Stone of Love, but she screwed that up. Now the human his Fae occupied sat in the Chapel in the Woods at Dunstaffnage Castle in Scotland. The bitch attended a damned wedding—the wedding of Roderick MacDougall and Brielle DeVolt.

Bless the Gods. She was beautiful. Her aura shone from her body—a light pink showing her true love for the man before her. But when she turned, the light flashed a rainbow that occurred, uncommon in any human. She existed as a rarity in any realm. Balor wanted her, and he would have her. She resembled his previous human wife. He craved the power and strength gained from mating with a human. He shivered when that familiar feeling rose through his Fae body.

Once he escaped, he would find a way—a way to her. Nothing would stop him. She would be his and his alone. He gripped the Stone of Lust, and the magic Fae stone's power surged through him—lust for power, lust for control, lust that remained his for the taking. He gazed at Bree, and a craving for her rose, a call he must answer. He would take her, possess her, and never let go. The Stone of Lust glowed black. His escape plan now manifested in his mind.

He grinned into the darkness. "I'm coming for ye, Brielle, and ye will be mine."