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way was beyond comprehension.
    Camden pulled me from the room and out of the house. I followed him on unsteady legs, the world around me a faint blur.
    "This is three," I groaned.
    "What?" asked Camden. "What do you mean?"
    "Iona was not the first. This was the third time. The third... murder," I explained.
    "There is a known murderer on the loose and ye came into the village today? Are ye mad, Glenna? What were ye thinking?"
    "I was thinking about my friend!" I snapped at him. "What if I hadn't come today? Who knows how long it would have taken someone to find her. We don't even know how long she's been d-dead for," I stuttered, the tears coming harder again.
    "There, now," he said, pulling me into his arms and holding me tightly. "That was insensitive of me. Of course ye wanted to look in on your friend. You've the heart of an angel, Glenna Gordon, and she was a lucky woman to have had ye for as long as she did. We'll make sure that she's seen to. Let's go tell the magistrate what's happened, then. He'll need to know."
    I nodded and backed away from him, sniffling gently and brushing the tears away from my eyes. There would be time to mourn her later, but for now I had to let  Mr. MacAlpin know that the murderer had struck again.
    "I know where Mr. MacAlpin's office is," I said, my voice sore and raw. "Follow me."
    The walk to the magistrate's office was the hardest I had ever taken. Each footstep felt as though my feet were weighed down by rocks, and the closer we got the heavier they felt. It was as if my entire body was in rebellion against the action I was about to take. Once we had told someone what had happened it would become real, instead of the waking nightmare I felt as though I were living in. Iona's death would soon be down on record, and there would be no taking it back. No erasing it. And no waking up.
    I raised a heavy hand and knocked on the magistrate's door. The sound of it reverberated through me and I wrapped my arms around myself as we waited.
    "Miss Gordon?" asked Mr. MacAlpin when he opened the door. He looked over Camden and me with curiosity. "What are you doing here?"
    "It's happened again, Mr. MacAlpin," I told him. My voice sounded very faint and far away in my ears. "Iona is dead."

CHAPTER 6
     
    "Glenna."
    I looked up at the sound of Alastair's voice as he walked into the room. Mr. MacAlpin had sat Camden and me in his sitting room while he went to investigate the scene at Iona's home. I could not go back there; the pain of seeing her body again would have been unbearable. So the magistrate had sent word to Alastair back at the castle about what had happened and left us in his home while he attended to his duties. Camden and I had been sitting in heavy silence for hours.
    "Alastair," I said with a sigh of relief at the sight of him.
    "So it's true, then," he said as he crossed the room to me. "Are ye all right? The message said that ye found her."
    I nodded sadly and tried to hold back another wave of tears.
    "Ah, love, come here." He opened his arms to me and I rushed into them, so grateful that he was there.
    "It's all right now, I've got ye. I promise ye it'll be all right."
    I looked up at him with watery eyes and he brushed my hair away from my face. Then, using his thumb, he wiped away the tears from beneath my eyes.
    There was a sound of shuffling from behind me and I remembered that Camden was still in the room with us. Alastair looked at him over the top of my head and I turned awkwardly to face him. The moment Alastair had entered the room I had forgotten everything else, and I had no explanation to give.
    Camden stood up and took a step toward us, his hand outstretched to Alastair. "Camden Holme," he said by way of introduction.
    "Alastair MacGregor." Alastair shook the smaller man's hand as he examined him. "Chief of Clan MacGregor. It's good to see ye on your feet and looking so well, Mr. Holme."
    Camden started at the introduction, confusion flashing in his eyes as they traveled