“Alister,” I roared. “Light.”
As a match flared to life, Alister lit the candles. When my eyes adjusted, I looked sharply around the hut. All was so quiet that I almost missed the flash of red behind the cabinet. “Identify yerself,” I hissed.
“You identify yourself,” a woman snapped. “And then tell me where the hell I am and how the hell I got here!”
Her voice was strange and filled with anger and fear. I glared at Alister. “What did ye do?”
The man’s face was genuinely bewildered. “I doonae know.”
“Hilda?”
My sister jutted her chin out. “Doonae get so angry. ’Tis just a spell to help ye find yer true love. Ye and Evan are so obstinate, but I cannae have children, so ye must have an heir or we’ll be left vulnerable to attack. And if ye will not spread yer seed willingly, perhaps ye w
