Page 86 of A Scot's Devotion

As foretold, he had just told her what she needed to write. What should be remembered. Not by the public, but by their own lineage.

“Yes to all of it,” she said softly, concern in her gaze as she searched his eyes. “Are you going to be okay, Aidan? Are you—”

He put a finger to her lips, in truth, never better. “Whilst I thought I would feel like I lost a piece of myself when I lost my magic, it hasnae been like that.” He wrapped his hand under her hair and around the back of her neck. “I feel like I gained so much more than I lost. That things are as they should be.”

“I feel that way too,” she whispered as one of Julie’s ley-lines took them home. “I feel like...”

She trailed off, caught first by her ring, shining the color of his eyes then Hamilton Castle when it appeared in front of them.

“You feel like nothing was lost but only gained,” he murmured softly, kissing her, feeling something unexpected fill him.

Something he never could have anticipated.

“Because it has.” He met her eyes and smiled, feeling a whole new type of magic fill him.

The magic of the Claddagh ring finally igniting as it should.

The magic of a love that endured time.

A power that was every bit as potent as the magic he had given up.

“Do you feel it?” he said softly.

“I do,” she whispered, placing her hand over his heart. “It’s as much a part of you as your magic ever was.”

“Aye, ‘tis.” It would be interesting to see what this new magic was capable of, but that could wait until later.

Right now, there were far more important things to do.

“Are you ready, then?” He smiled. “Are you ready to finally go home, not as a faery but the lass who will become my wife? Who will help lead our people alongside me?”

Her teary eyes lingered on him before turning back to the castle. Kinsfolk had appeared, ready to welcome them home. Family she knew so well from another life. He sensed their eagerness to meet her. Their thankfulness for all she had done for them. Forhim.

“I’m ready for all of it. A lifetime together.” Her eyes turned back to his. “More than you could ever know.”

So hand and hand, finally free of their past, they walked into their future.

As expected, his kin fell in love with Chloe, and they were married that very night. They spent hours upon hours remembering their time together with his family. They were delighted with her tales, yet surprised they never knew she was there.

Grant, of course, was in attendance, enjoying the celebration in a castle that had seen so much. One that often saw good triumph over evil. Grant himself had been its first laird with MacLomain lineage, once upon a time saving its repressed people.

But then one way or another, that’s what MacLomains did.

Though their current enemy had not ultimately been defeated, they were one step closer to defeating the dark brotherhood determined to end the MacLomains before they had a chance to begin. Yet, as their nemeses already saw, such a thing would not come easily. For like those before them, Aidan and Chloe intended to keep safe, cherish and defend their lineage for the rest of their days.

True love connections that had proven time and time again were meant to be.

Some might say, ‘twas in part thanks to a Scot's devotion to love.

Where others remain convinced, ‘twas quite simply, the result of an unforgettable faerytale.