The Highlander's Bargain
“The nausea, stress, fatigue and disorientation he suffered brought a wave of empathy crashing over her. Poor man. Poor sweet, protective and totally unprepared, naïve, fifteenth-century knight. And to think he’d come to the twenty-first century on purpose. What would’ve happened to him if she hadn’t been there when he came through? He might have eventually turned into one of the homeless roaming the streets of Minneapolis, robbed of his cash and his weapons.
How could he possibly have known what to expect? The pace of twenty-first-century life, the culture and societal norms, technology and the sheer numbers of humanity compared to his time must cause all kinds of overload. She ran her hand over his back, knowing her touch would settle him. Another of her gifts—healing touch. Nothing miraculous. She couldn’t cure cancer or anything like that, but she could ease pain and physical discomfort. She could calm overwrought nerves.
Did she have faerie blood running through her veins?
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