61. Chapter 61 - Blakely

CHAPTER 61 - BLAKELY

LIAM AND BLAKELY CAMPBELL - 1301

I came-to first by feeling very sick. I clapped my hand over my mouth, realizing I was draped across Liam’s chest. I shoved myself over, weakly retched in the grass, then collapsed back on the ground.

He asked, his voice a mumble, “Woodshee, are ye alright?”

I nodded, but then I sobbed and said, “No, what was that — are we okay?”

A low voice startled me. “Who are ye? What are ye doin’?”

I jerked up my head.

There was a large brown horse that was stamping left and right, and beside it was a man, wearing a long hooded cloak. The man looked young, he seemed to be about eighteen years old, and from what I could tell with his face half hidden in the shadow of his hood, very handsome, like a model, his hair was dark. Along with the cloak, he was wearing a belted tunic, high leather boots, and carrying a big sword, the tip of it casually down in the dirt. He looked like he was the king of the Ren Faire, as if he were cosplaying, except not like it was a costume — he looked real.

Real dark and ancient.

Actually everything looked dark, smoky, like someone needed to turn on the lights. But it was day — was I brain damaged? My breathing was too loud, my heartbeat hammered in my chest.

I ached everywhere.

Liam shoved himself up to sitting. “Who are ye, what hae ye done tae us?”

“I am Archibald. I dinna do anythin’ tae ye. Ye just time-jumped intae m’lands, and I haena seen a time-jumper in a verra long time.”

The End.