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    But if he got Tara away, he knew she would be safe at MacLeod Castle and not have to run anymore.
    He ran a hand down his face. The Druids at MacLeod Castle wanted him to tell Tara who he was and convince her to return with him to the castle.
    Ramsey wished it were that easy, but after learning Tara had run away from her home at eighteen, he knew earning her trust would be a slow process. There was no way he could do it in the short amount of time he suspected he had.
    Nor would he allow Tara to be brought to the castle against her will unless it was to hide from Declan. And even then it was Fallon’s rule that no one be kept against their will at the castle.
    So that left Ramsey exactly where he was. Waiting. And watching.
    He wouldn’t be nearly as concerned if Tara’s magic didn’t affect him so. A look down at his hands confirmed the swirling bands of magic had returned.
    How long would they stay this time? And that was just from touching her sweater. What if he actually touched her bare skin?
    The idea appealed to him entirely too much. Too damned much.
    Ramsey stayed on the main floor, and made sure he could hear Tara wherever he was. His advanced hearing made it easier for him to watch over her without her knowing it, but still he found he wanted to be nearer to her.
    It wasn’t long before the sun began to set and the rain turned into an icy mix. Ramsey had hoped for a snowstorm that would keep everyone off the roads.
    He chuckled as he realized he had exactly what he needed at the castle. With a quick dial on his mobile he had Arran on the phone. “I need you to do something.”
    “What?” Arran asked.
    “I need snow. Lots and lots of snow.”
    Arran laughed heartily. “Ah. You want to keep Declan from reaching the castle.”
    “Aye.”
    “For how long?”
    Ramsey rubbed the back of his neck. “I’m no’ certain. As long as we can manage it.”
    “I can give you the kind of snow you need for years, my friend.”
    “Nay. Just a few days. I need to try to get closer to Tara. Maybe I should convince her to get to MacLeod Castle.”
    “Ah, Cara and Marcail’s argument finally got to you, did it? Do you think you can persuade Tara?”
    “Nay, but it’s worth a try.”
    “Why now?”
    Ramsey recalled how desperately he wanted to battle Declan. “I doona know when Declan will arrive, but I know in my gut that he will. Saffron’s visions have no’ failed us yet. And in her vision Saffron saw that if Declan comes, he would kill Tara.”
    “Then I suggest you get close to Tara. And fast. Give me a few moments on the snow.”
    The phone clicked as the conversation was ended by Arran. Ramsey thought long and hard about how to approach Tara. He didn’t like that he was second-guessing himself now.
    But how could he have known what his reaction to her magic would be? Or how scared she was of Declan?
    Even now, he wasn’t sure which course to take. And that wasn’t like him at all.
    Ramsey heard the soft footfalls of Tara’s boots on the carpet and he headed toward the door to see she had gone outside in the rain, which almost instantly turned to snow.
    He hurried out to her and reached for the handle of Lord Huntington’s suitcase before she could. She jerked back and gasped.
    “Bloody hell! You move so silently I never heard you,” she said breathlessly.
    Ramsey shrugged and hefted the suitcase to the other hand so he could grab the second piece. “At least it isna raining anymore.”
    “No,” she said and glanced at the sky. Snowflakes fell on her eyelashes and she blinked them away. “Odd how it changed so suddenly, isn’t it?”
    “You never can tell about our weather.”
    She stepped away and the driver shut the trunk of the car. Together, Ramsey and Tara returned to the castle. He continued on to the stairs to take the luggage to Lord Huntington’s chamber while Tara made her way to the kitchen.
    Ramsey delivered the luggage in record time. He paused in the Duke’s rooms to look