Declan said from the front passenger seat of his Jaguar. Robbie leaned forward and looked at the sky through the windshield. “I doona understand, cousin. Your magic should have halted the snow.” “Should have, but didna. I suspect this is more than just Warriors’ work.” “Druids?” Declan nodded. “But surely no’ Tara. Her magic was much too volatile.” “Was. It’s been a decade since I last worked with her. She was progressing nicely too. In a matter of months she would have been drough.” “You’ll have her back under your roof soon enough. I’d like to know why she ran from you though.” “I as well. I still doona think it’s Tara’s magic involved in this. This would take verra potent magic. My kind of magic.” Robbie’s brows shot up in his forehead. “Another drough then?” “That’s the only explanation.” “A drough working with the Warriors?” Declan shrugged. “Anything is possible. Call for my helicopter. I’m tired of playing around.” As he listened to Robbie put in the call for the chopper, Declan’s gaze was on the horizon to the north where he knew Tara was.
