Chapter Three
By the time they reached Claymore Castle the next evening it was almost dark. Not completely dark, because at that time of year this far North the Highlands saw close to eighteen hours of daylight. Caught in this near night state, the skies were grey and eerie.
Bleary eyed from traveling, Tawnyetta could barely stay awake. It had been raining since they landed in Inverness. A slow, cool drizzle that added to her sleepiness, making her feel groggy like she'd taken a sedative. From her position in the back seat of the car that had picked them up at the airport, she watched the scenery go by in a blur.
Bridget, having slept most of their time on the overnight plane trip, was bright eyed and engaged in a lively conversation with their driver. She had both elbows propped on the
