Mac’s mind raced as she drove along the winding roads leading home. Just before Ciarán had vanished, the sun had shone brilliantly into the cave, but it had glowed from behind him as well. She had thought of it before but dismissed the image as her heart’s overreaction to love. The bright light had fit perfectly with the angel choir that should have been there. But as she thought of it now, it made perfect sense. It had been the sun. That was the key to it all, and Ciarán had known it. He had watched the sun rise and had stood in its path when it shone into the chamber.
Her excitement was gone the next instant. If he knew how to do it, then why hadn’t he come back to her?
She pulled off to the side of the road and walked to the chamber. The afternoon sun was on the wrong side to shine in
