Page 90 of The Wrath of a Scottish Blade

They both stared at her puzzled. Sela said, “You still look like Lia.”

Then she raised her arms and she grew in front of them, from a wee lass of six to a woman of about twenty summers. “Now do you recognize me?” Her hair turned from gold to an odd shade of red.

Sela gasped, falling back against Connor, her finger pointing. “Oh my Lord in heaven, Connor. The abbey. Lochluin Abbey the night before I left.”

Lia held her hand up. “Wait! I’m missing something.” Then she swept her hand across her neck, and a string of pearls appeared. She repeated the movement, and the pearls changed to a chain with a red heart at the end. “Does this help?”

Sela whispered, “The protector of the innocent lasses.”

Connor could barely speak. He knew her. He’d seen her several times before. Once or twice with Roddy, telling themthey had to help Rose. And then when Sela finally came to him. And once with Daniel when she sent them to help Constance.

“Oh, my gosh! Sona Abbey. And then on Grant land. And the time you floated outside our window with Roddy in the middle of that wild storm.”

Lia smiled and said, “Finally, you remember. And Sela, great memory. I was the protector of the innocent lasses. Now I’ve been moved to the protector of bairns.” Then she laughed and waved. “I’ve been assigned to the Grants for a long time. You can tell Maitland and Maeve that I was named Callie once. Don’t worry. I’ll be back again, but not for a while.”

Then she waved and disappeared.

The End