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didn’t hesitate in his nod. “ Whatever it takes.”
    Dani held out a large manila packet. “I thought one of you might be going, so I had Saffron pull some strings. You’ll be working at the dig as a volunteer.”
    “I willna have to sneak around?” he asked, a little peeved that he couldn’t use his Warrior skills.
    “No,” Dani said, her voice flat. “There’s no need. You’ll be able to look at everything they find as well as help in the dig. If you find something, being a Warrior, you should be able to take it easily enough.”
    Arran was eagerly looking forward to the task.
    “But,” Dani said hurriedly, “remember, you’re working under Saffron’s company. She’s helping to supply the funding for this dig, which is how we were able to get so much information.”
    Ian rolled his eyes. “Is there anything Saffron is no’ involved in?”
    “Not really,” Dani said. Then she turned back to Arran. “In other words, if something happens, they’ll look to Saffron and her company, so we need to make sure that doesn’t happen.”
    “If it does, I’ll ensure another company is at fault,” Arran said.
    “Good. You can leave in the morning. They’re expecting you tomorrow afternoon,” Dani said.
    Arran just smiled. “I’ll be leaving now. It takes only a few hours to reach Glasgow. I can be there by eight or nine this evening. That way I can have a look around before everyone starts working tomorrow.”
    “A fine idea.” Fallon walked to the kitchen, where the keys to the vehicles were kept. He tossed a set to Arran and said, “Take the Range Rover. It’ll do better where you’re going than the Porsche.”
    Arran pocketed the keys and hurried to pack a bag. His blood pumped with the need for something more exciting than sitting around playing chess.
    There was only so much training a Warrior could do before his god demanded battle. And death.
    Arran might not have evil to kill, but he had a spell to find. It was just what he needed.

 
    CHAPTER
    TWO
     
    27 miles south of Muirkirk, Scotland
    Arran parked the Range Rover and looked through the windshield at the chaos before him. A sizzle of magic rushed over him. He was definitely in the right place.
    The magic was ancient and … potent. It made him smile, but that smile froze when a different feel of magic swarmed him. It left him breathing hard, need filling him until he could see nothing, feel nothing but the exquisite magic.
    A Druid.
    There was a Druid at the site. And he was going to find the Druid as soon as he could. The only thing that kept him from searching immediately was that the magic wasn’t evil.
    Saffron had told him the excavation site was run by Dr. Ronnie Reid, who was a premier archeologist and one of the best ever to come out of the field.
    Arran had also been warned that Dr. Reid ran a tight operation, so he’d have to be careful while he searched for any clues to the missing spell and the Druid he’d just felt.
    Not that Arran was concerned about this Dr. Reid. He would put himself in the good graces of the man, and make sure Reid saw Arran was a good worker. Once that was established, then Reid would leave him alone. Thereby giving Arran the time he needed to look around.
    He sighed. He’d thought this mission would be a quick one, but as he watched the dozens of people moving back and forth from the different dig sites, hauling away dirt while others were prone on the ground, dusting possible finds with what looked like paintbrushes, Arran realized this was going to be anything but simple.
    In all likelihood, he’d be here several weeks. Mayhap months.
    Not that he was upset about it. With no more evil to fight, Arran was bored. It wasn’t that he wanted evil around, it was just that the god inside him craved battle, yearned for bloodshed.
    Demanded death.
    What better way to appease his god than by battling evil?
    Arran clenched his jaw. There would be no clashes at the dig site, which meant he would have to