Celtic Rain (The Battle Raven Series) Read Free Page A

with its light and dark green accents that formed into Celtic knot work. The porch extended from one corner of the back side of the house to the other. The back of the house had a small covered white deck with a dark green door. Its steps ended at the hard surface that led to the converted carriage house. On the second story part of the house jutted out like a castle spire.
    His eyes moved up to the balcony that protruded off of one of the rooms above. Rain had left a light mist on the metal and glass table and chairs that were set out on it. The thought of breaking into the house or climbing onto the balcony was still an option. Aodhan sensed that there was something strange about the house when he observed some lights flashing inside. He had a feeling that it was something that would draw unwanted attention to him. Something he did not want to chance.
    Seeing no flashing lights in the carriage house he had decided it was the better option. Much to his relief nothing happened. He had been in the elements far too long and let out a sigh of relief when he saw there was a couch and chairs .
    The thought that this may not even be the right place and the fact that she had not shown up yet worried him. He wanted to finish his mission and was running out of time.
    Twirling a long dagger through his fingers Aodhan thought of his father. His head was racing wondering if his father was still alive, if they would make it back in time, if she would show and if he could find the missing Druid. It seemed too much for one man to accomplish on his own.
    Running a hand through his damp hair he turned and walked back into the carriage house looking around at the room. His eyes moved to the two locked doors that he had not bothered with since he only needed shelter. If he got bored enough he would mess with the locks and check out those rooms. For now he decided to let them be and flicked the odd switch that he had found by the door. Light flooded the room and he quickly flicked it back off and was tempted to push it again. He shook his head knowing that it would bring attention if he did not quit.
    The two doors on the side of the room directly across from the locked doors stood open when he first arrived. By the look of the cans of colored paint he had found in one room he came to the conclusion that the main house had been recently restored. The other was a bathroom complete with a small shower that he quickly figured out how to work and took full advantage of.
    A quick glance around the room confirmed that he was ready to head out if she happened to, correct that, when she shows up. As he walked up to the sofa flanked by two chairs he instinctively hit the floor as lights flashed through the curtains of the two tiny windows.
    Quickly sheathing his dagger and grabbing the bag off of the couch he moved to the shadows and peered out the small window in the door. Neither of the two people he observed noticed the slight shadow move in the cottage. Or the penetrating eyes that followed as they quickly moved to the covered deck behind the house.

Chapter 3
    As the rain began to fall to a heavy downpour Lara and Kedryn moved quicker grabbing a duffle each from the jeep and ran onto the small covered deck. She unlocked the door stepping through onto the entry way landing and quickly punched in the code for the alarm.
    As soon as she entered the code, out of habit, Lara picked up the mail that had been slid through the slot and started to sort through it. Bills, junk mail, Biblical Archeology and Archeology magazines and a letter from the Smithsonian. She tucked the letter in her back pocket and threw the rest on the dining room table.
    Kedryn ran back out to the car and came back in with his backpack setting it by the bags. Over the weekend while she gave a lecture on Roman legion strategy and set up an area for an archeological dig her son had studied for midterms. He took off his jacket shaking the rain off of it and draped it over a chair. Kedryn