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your time, stayed a while, and then he was sent back to us by a fae warrior charged with enforcing fae laws. Haldor, the warrior, also sent the woman who is now my cousin Robley’s wife back to our time. ’Tis complicated. Then—”
    “Wait. Too many names to follow, but . . .” Struan’s ears rang from the blood rushing through his veins. “You’re telling us that it’s possible to . . . Your cousin came here . . . and then returned?”
    “As did Erin, his wife.” She nodded. “My foster brother also came to your time and returned to ours. He too brought a woman home with him.” Her eyes widened. “Och, I must contact Meghan’s kin. You said ’tis the year 2014, aye? According to Meghan, ’twas 2011 when Hunter brought her home with him to our time. Her family will want to hear she’s well, and—”
    “Why your clan?” He frowned. “What connection do you have with the fae?” Goose bumps rose on his forearms and at the back of his neck. How was all this, including him and the Gordons, connected?
    Sky paled. “I . . . some of us carry fae blood. My foster brother is Áine’s direct descendant many generations past. Haldor, the fae warrior, claims kinship with Lady Erin. My mother also carries fae blood, but we dinna ken the source. Mayhap we ne’er will.” Her eyes met his for a moment. “So you see, I too have fae blood, and with that blood comes certain abilities .” She squared her shoulders, looking as if she were bracing herself for the impact of their reaction.
    “No shit.” Michael’s eyes went wide. “Do you mind if I ask you a personal question?”
    “Nay, I dinna mind.” Sky rubbed her temples and closed her eyes.
    “What are your fae abilities?”
    Her eyes opened and sought his, even though it had been Michael who asked the question. Struan couldn’t take the intensity of her stare and shot up, heading for the fridge and another beer.
    “Like my mother, I have the ability to discern whether or not someone speaks truth or falsehood. I can read people’s emotions, and occasionally I’ll have a vision of things to come. Though that happens only when those I love are being threatened or are in some kind of danger.”
    “Damn,” Michael blurted.
    “Watch your mouth, Michael,” Marjorie scolded. “Too many foul words are polluting the air in here.”
    “Sorry, Mom, but . . . This explains so much. I think we must have Tuatha Dé Danann genes too.” Michael raked his fingers through his shaggy brown hair. “Isn’t that how we started working at Renaissance festivals in the first place, Dad? Your sister Marilyn was a psychic, and she started out as a fortune-teller at the fair in Virginia. Right?”
    “It’s true,” Gene said.
    “And don’t you have some ability?” Michael persisted. “You knew Aunt Marilyn was sick before she went to the doctor.”
    Gene nodded. “Occasionally I get flashes of things I shouldn’t have any way of knowing.”
    “That’s why we’re magnets for time-travelers,” Michael exclaimed. “Oh, man. This is epic. It explains why I’m so intuitive. I pick up on emotions too, only probably not as well as you do, Sky.”
    “’Tis likely. The MacKintosh are no’ the only Scottish clan to claim fae ancestry.” She shifted. “When my cousin came to your time, he landed in a place called Minnesota. Do you ken where that realm might be? ’Tis also my mother’s homeland.”
    “Of course we know where Minnesota is,” Marjorie told her. “It’s smack-dab in the middle of North America and right on the Canadian border.”
    “Is that near here?” Sky’s tone was hopeful. “Robley met another time-traveler there, Connor McGladrey, and ’tis his daughter Meghan who is now my foster brother’s wife. ’Twas just by chance that—”
    “By chance?” Struan barked out a strangled laugh. He stared out the small window above the kitchen sink. He couldn’t take it all in, but one thing he knew for certain, none of this was