Page 48 of Love Beyond Time (Morna’s Legacy #1)

I scooted myself out from under Eoin’s heavy arm as gracefully as I could. He grumbled as the bed shifted, and he reached to grab me toward him. I crawled out of the bed but leaned forward to kiss him gently on the forehead.

“I’ll be back in a while. There’s something I need to work on.”

Taking one of the candles from my side of the bed, I slipped on a thin gown and wrapped a blanket around me as I slipped into the night-filled corridors of the castle. I was slightly surprised to see the castle so quiet and lifeless, I was sure we’d woken everyone with the sound of our lovemaking.

It had been several months since the defeat of Ramsay, and while peaceful relations ruled the clans once more, Ramsay’s men still remained camped on our castle grounds as they tried to find a solution to who would now be their new laird.

Despite the flurry of people in and out of the castle each day, things were back to normal, and everyone was safe and happy once more; everyone except Arran.

I’d watched him as he dutifully put on a brave face in front of his brother but silently fell apart in private.

Each day he found his way to the bottom of more goblets of ale than he had the day before.

I couldn’t stand to see him so unhappy a moment more.

It was for this reason that I snuck my way into the spell room in the wee hours of the morning once again.

I’d stumbled across a promising spell book this afternoon but had fled the room after I heard a noise at the top of the stairs. I didn’t want to tell anyone what I’d found until I was certain.

Situating myself on the bench, I held my candle carefully over the yellowed page, reading the words as I smiled wide.

There were other spells that could reopen the portal. Perhaps Arran could find his way to Blaire after all.