[2015] Into the Highlander's World Read online

  “What you doing here, Lassie?” he asked in a rough Scottish accent.

  Gwen blinked and stared up at him, unsure of what to say because she didn’t know the answer herself.

  “I, I don’t know…” she finally managed.

  “Your voice…” he said, recognizing that she was not local. “Where are you from?”

  “California,” she said. “But I live in DC.” She was hopeful he would have answers, but she just seemed to have confused him more.

  “Here,” he said, holding out his hand to help her to her feet.

  Gwen took it and stood up, still shaking. She looked over her shoulder at the small battle taking place on the field.

  “What’s happening?” she whispered.

  “Och, ignore them,” he laughed. “They’re just playing.”

  Gwen looked up at him like he was crazy. His smile faded as his eyes fixed on something behind Gwen.

  “Where did you get that?” he asked slowly, staring at her with caution.

  Gwen looked down to see he was looking at her sword.

  “I found it,” she said. “I found it in the basement of the apartment I’m staying in.”

  He didn’t seem to have a clue what she was talking about, but he bent down and picked up the sword in one hand. With the other, he scooped her up in his big muscly arm and threw her over his shoulder.

  “You’re coming back to the castle with me,” he said. “I’ve got someone who would like to talk to you.”

  Gwen gasped at his power as he began to stride out of the forest, and she wrapped her arms around his neck before hammering on his back and asking him to put her down.

  “Please!” she wailed. “I can walk!”

  “No time,” he said as he strode forward.

  Gwen tried to lift her head to look around and see what was happening and where she was, but as she bobbed along on his shoulder, she struggled to get a good view. His hands were so strong, they kept her gripped in place and her hair tumbled down his back. She could make out that they were in the wilderness somewhere. Somewhere cold and foreign. She was sure she could hear the clip-clop of horse’s hooves, and the more voices she heard, the more she became aware that they were all Scottish.

  Am I in Scotland? she thought, as she finally pushed her hands into his muscly back so she could look out ahead of her. Her mouth gaped open as she saw the view… The man was walking down a steep, grassy hill with her, towards the most incredible stone castle positioned on the edge of a calm, still loch.

  “Oh my goodness,” Gwen gasped, completely unable to believe what was happening. “Where am I?”

  The man smiled and slapped her lightly on the behind.

  “You’re at Urquhart Castle,” he said gruffly. “My home.”

  5.

  “Who are you?” Gwen asked as he set her down on the drawbridge that connected the hill to the castle. “Am I in Scotland?”

  The man laughed and took hold of her arm, pulling her forwards, across the drawbridge and into the castle walls.

  “My name is Andrew Urquhart,” he said. “And your name?”

  “Gwen,” she said. “But please tell me what’s happening here?”

  He ignored her and marched with her to the castle gates. She was still trembling, not really daring to speak in case she angered him or said the wrong thing. She knew that whatever was happening was out of her control, and she only had Andrew to protect her. She just hoped he would be on her side.

  ***

  The castle was amazing. She had never even been outside of the United States before, so seeing all of this ancient history was baffling to her. The more she saw, the more she knew she was no longer in her time. She couldn’t be sure how or why, but she had the distinct feeling it had something to do with the sword. It was like something she would watch on television. As Andrew led her into the castle and through different corridors and rooms, she began to relax. She could tell he wasn’t going to be hostile, and he seemed instantly protective over her.

  “I need you to meet my father,” he said sternly. “He will be very interested in your sword.”

  “But it’s not mine,” she said with panic. “I found it, I told you that.”

  “You are different, Gwen, and I think you may be someone we have been waiting for.”

  Her heart began to race, and she found herself moving closer to him and hoping that he wasn’t about to feed her to a pack of wolves.

  ***

  They rounded the corner of a large stone hall and a pair of tall wooden doors stood in front of them.

  “My father is in there,” Andrew said as he slowed his pace and took hold of her hand. It was tiny in his and his skin was rough and manly. “You will be safe with me,” he said as he stared into her eyes. “I promise you that.”

  Gwen smiled at him, even though her fear was mounting. She still did not understand how she had come to be there, or why.

  As the doors creaked open to a grand dining hall, she saw a large man sat at the head of a long table, ripping into a full chicken with his bare hands and teeth. He glugged what appeared to be wine from a tankard and slammed it down on the table before guffawing, “Andrew! Sit my lad!”

  Andrew walked forward and Gwen followed meekly behind him. She peered around the side of Andrew’s huge shoulder and could see that his father’s eyes had fixed on the sword and his mouth was lolling open.

  “Is he here?” the father asked seriously.

  “Yes,” Andrew began, “but you mean she.”

  ***

  They welcomed her to their table and watched her with intrigued eyes. Gwen didn’t know what they wanted with her, or what on earth was happening. All she knew was that they viewed her as someone important.

  “I found her in the woods,” Andrew said. “She said her name is Gwen.”

  “Gwen,” his father repeated. “I always thought it would be a man.”

  “As did I,” confirmed Andrew. “But she said she found the sword and woke up here… it is too much of a coincidence for it not to be real?”

  “Yes,” his father nodded.

  “Gwen,” Andrew turned to face her. “Long ago, the head of our clan, my great, great grandfather, had this sword made. It served him well and became a good luck charm for our people. He was very attached to this sword, it never left his side, and when he died, it was buried with him…”

  Gwen watched his eyes fill with tears as he recounted the tale and she had the overwhelming urge to reach out and touch his hand to let him know it would be alright.

  “After his death, our clan was overtaken by our rivals, Clan Matheson, in a bloody battle where hundreds lost their lives… And our people believe it is because this very sword was not used in the fight. This sword is a symbol of our people, a talisman. It is pure luck, strength and honor… Without it, we are lost.”

  His eyes were glistening, his emotion and love for his clan powerful and abundant. He looked to his father, and his father nodded with a sealed smile.

  “A plan was forged to reclaim our castles and our land, and the Urquharts never went down without a good fight. But when we went to the tomb to unearth it, we found that it had already been taken,” Andrew continued. “It was a sign… the time was not right… we had to hold on and wait until the sword was returned.”

  Andrew reached out and grasped at a tankard before taking a huge gulp.

  His father continued. “We visited witches, oracles, women who would tell us when to strike… and they all said one thing.”

  “The sword will be returned to you, in many years,” Andrew recited. “By a messenger sent from afar. Take care of them.” Andrew’s eyes warmed as they fell on Gwen’s delicate face. “But we always thought it would be a man, a warrior who would help us rise again… We didn’t think for one moment that the messenger could be a woman.”

  “It is you, Gwen,” his father said. “You’ve brought it back to us and now we can finally reclaim what is ours…for good.”

  “But t
his castle,” Gwen began, “is this not yours?”

  “It is,” Andrew took hold of her hand. “But the land and all that surrounds it is not… And until we have full control of our land again, the Mathesons can continue to kill our people, control us and brutalize us. We need to fight and win. We need to retake our glory.”

  Gwen looked at the two men seated at the table with her, and although she had no clue as to how this could all be happening, she nodded and agreed to help them in any way she could.

  6.

  Andrew led her to a chamber and opened the door. Inside a fire was roaring in the hearth and the heat oozed from it and warmed her bones.

  “You are cold,” he said as he took his hand in hers. “Here, take this pelt.”

  He passed her the fur of a wolf and draped it around her shoulders. Gwen looked up at him and their eyes locked. He really was a very handsome man. There were centuries between them, but she had never felt more drawn to anyone before in her entire life. She smiled at Andrew and he smiled in return.

  “You will be safe here,” he whispered as he rubbed her shoulders. “We are keeping your arrival a secret. We have to keep you safe so we can return you to your own people when the time comes.”

  Gwen felt a wave of relief rush over her. Even though she wanted to get to know Andrew more, she didn’t think she would be cut out for life in the Scottish Highlands. She would have done anything to go back to her crappy apartment and curl up on the mattress on the floor.

  “Please do not leave this room,” he said as he reached up and touched her cheek. “I will send guards to watch over you, and you will be safe here.” He held onto her chin and stared deep into her eyes. “You really are a true beauty, Gwen.”

  Her heart began to hammer hard in her chest and her skin prickled. It had been such a long time since a man had looked at her with pure appreciation and longing. She couldn’t even remember the last time Chris had kissed her, never mind made her feel wanted and adored.

  “Andrew,” she whispered, “I’m afraid… I’m so far from home and I don’t think you understand… I am not from this time.”

  He took her hand in his and held it close to his heart.

  “I do understand,” he whispered. “And I will do everything I can to make sure you are returned.”

  He made his way to the chamber door and turned back to look at her. She watched the way he clenched his fists and his heavy chest lifted and fell as he breathed. She wanted to run at him, tear at his clothes and kiss him, but she knew that he had a mission and she couldn’t lose control. Andrew and his father had to do what was right for their clan. They had to fight the Mathesons and win back their land and their honor.

  “Sleep well, Gwen,” Andrew smiled at her before he unlocked the door and stepped out into the hallway. As he closed it behind him, she heard the heavy latches fall and lock behind him. She was alone in a castle and her head was swimming.

  She made her way over to the bed and crawled underneath the scratchy cover, wrapping herself tightly in the wolf pelt and closing her eyes.

  She thought back to the apartment and the sword. How had it even come to be there? Who had taken it all these years ago and managed to get it into a crumbling house in Georgetown? Could it have been political? Could someone in the US Government had something to do with it…? Washington DC was the capital of the country, after all, and who really knew what went on behind closed doors. The more she wracked her brains, the more she knew she would never find the answer. And what did it matter, anyway? She had been the chosen one… She had discovered the sword and somehow it had transported her back in time to 1600s. Suddenly a thought shot through her. Maybe one of the Mathesons didn’t steal the sword? What if an Urquhart did and they had placed it in the basement of the Georgetown house when it was built in the 1700s for safe keeping? It was certainly plausible… It easily could have been hidden there for all of that time.

  Wow, she thought, how did I become such a huge part of this history? Why me?

  Sheer dumb luck… she thought, that’s how… Maybe this is my destiny… my fate…

  She sighed and felt the familiar pull of sleep clinging to her. She knew she had to rest. It had been a crazy day where nothing had truly made sense and her body and mind needed to recover. She pulled the covers up over her face and breathed in and out softly. Before she even knew what was happening, she was sound asleep.

  7.

  “Gwen,” Andrew whispered as he stroked her hair. “Gwen, it’s me.”

  She opened her eyes to see him looking down at her with a soft smile. She propped herself up on her elbows and looked around the room. The fire was now just embers and she shivered. Andrew noticed and rose to his feet to stoke the fire and throw on more logs. They crackled and the flames danced around the walls.

  “Tell me about the sword, Andrew…” Gwen said as she patted the bed next to her. “I feel so in the dark about all of this.”

  He crossed the room and sat down beside her. He held out her hand and began to trace the image of a flower on her palm.

  “Our symbol is a gillyflower,” he smiled. “That’s what was brandished on the handle… That’s how I knew it was ours.”

  “How do you think I came to have it?” she asked. “I am from a long time ahead in the future. My world is very different from this one… Why do you think it was sent back with me and not with another before this?”

  “Because it wasn’t safe,” he said with certainty. “We must have faith in the timing of things.”

  “I suppose to you the timing doesn’t make much difference… It just seems so strange that a person from the 1700s couldn’t have brought it back to you… Why me, and why 2015?”

  “2015?” His eyes were wide and shocked. “I can’t even imagine what it must be like.”

  “I’m not even going to try to tell you,” she smiled and they both laughed.

  “You’re one of us, Gwen,” he reached up and stroked her hair again. “Of that I am sure. Your red hair…your pale skin and your green eyes… You are a genuine Urquhart woman.”

  She felt herself blushing.

  “We haven’t seen a woman like you since we lost our lands… All of our women were slain.”

  Gwen felt her skin tighten. “Murdered?”

  “Yes,” he nodded. “All of our women were taken from us… The last pure Urquhart woman was my mother. She was hidden and kept safe from harm for years until her death. We haven’t seen a true Urquhart for years. Until this morning, when I found you in the forest.”

  She was shocked. Maybe he was right. Maybe somehow she was a direct descendant and her being in close proximity to the sword after discovering it in the basement was the reason that she had been transported back to her clan… Time and space had aligned to make it all possible.

  She looked up at Andrew and felt something inside of her that she had thought she had lost. She felt longing and lust…and the possibility of love. He was so unusual--so wild and untamed compared to anyone she had ever met before, and he was a real gentleman below his brutish exterior. She thought back to her life in the present and of how she didn’t really have anything to return to… maybe she could stay? Could she have a life with him…? Could she be Gwen Urquhart?

  “We are going to battle,” he said seriously, interrupting her train of thought. “Father wants to ride tonight.”

  A feeling of dread rose inside of her. She had just found Andrew. She didn’t want to consider the possibility of losing him.

  “No,” she said before she was even aware the words were coming out of her mouth. “Don’t go.”

  She spun around to face him and stared deep into his eyes.

  “Andrew, I don’t know why I was sent here with the sword. But I have a strong feeling that it wasn’t the only reason. I look at you, and I see something I have always wanted… I look at you and I see a man I know should be mine. Maybe I brought it back because I was supposed to find you. We were supposed to find each other.”

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p; He moved closer to her and swept her up in his arms. Her heart pounded as he looked at her and she reached up and touched him tenderly on the cheek. His wiry beard was rough but warm, and she wanted to kiss him so badly but was unsure if she should.

  Andrew rose to his feet with her in his arms and placed her down in front of him before bending forward and moving his face closer to hers.

  “I think you are right, Gwen,” he whispered. “There is more to this than just a sword… I think we were meant to restart a pure Urquhart line.”

  As his lips touched hers and they embraced, she knew instantly that he was right.

  His kiss was gentle but breathtaking, and his tongue worked into her mouth and touched hers. She pulled him closer to her and ran her hands through his hair. He was so big, so strong, so powerful. She had to have him.

  Andrew pushed her back onto the bed and ripped at her robe. He tore it with his bare hands and she lay on the bed in front of him, naked and beautiful in the half light. She had never felt so vulnerable before, or so empowered. This man was everything she craved and never knew she wanted. As he stood before her and began to drop his weapons to the floor and take off his armor, Gwen’s sex pulsed with excitement. He was the sexiest thing she had ever seen.

  Andrew revealed his muscular body. His arms were thick with big, bulging veins running through them, and as Gwen’s eyes traveled down his rock-hard torso, she was greeted with the most perfect, huge cock standing stiff and proud between his legs.

  “Wow,” she gasped as she looked at him in his entirety. She had no idea how she was going to take him. He was such a big and powerful man… But she knew she was going to give it all she had. She wanted him to use her body, she wanted to pleasure him and for him to pleasure her. She wanted him to fill her up and start their own pure blood clan; she wanted and needed his seed because it would give her life a true meaning. She wanted him to be a part of her forever.