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Ian said nothing as he poured generous portions of Scotch in two glasses and handed one to hi conversation with Myra’s father would be the one where Ian would deter the parents in the twenty-first century didn’t hold a candle to this encounter A spark of hu on his chest A slight grin tempted the corners of his mouth

As Ian flicked a hand toward the hearth and the coals caught fire, Todd thought of it as the Druid way of flexing one’s muscles

It worked

Minutes ticked by while the men drank and stared into the flames At first, Ian clearly wanted to intilanced and noticed Ian’s jaw lose its twitch and his breathing evened out

What a bitch of a day

Todd let the Scotch trickle a path of fire down his throat, thankful for its nu effect

"I didn’t want to send her to your time" Ian broke the silence "But when faced with her death in ours, we had little choice"

"I iine I would do the same if I had a child"

Todd stared into his cup

"The bruise on your eye, how did you co hio "Fin"

Ian’s lips curved slightly

"Would you like to blacken the other?"

"To serve what purpose?"

"Oh, I don’t know--runted, drank his Scotch "It un of yours if your vision is blurry"

"Later, then?"

Ian laughed "Maybe"

They finished their drinks in silence, each colass down and stood to leave, "Are we finished here?"

Ian held him up for a few more minutes "Sir Blakely"

"It’s Todd"

"Nay, while you are here and looking at hter the way you do, you are Sir Blakely I will not have Myra’s virtue questioned or your intentions" He paused as if waiting for Todd to explain his intentions

Truth was, Todd wasn’t sure what his intentions were He was daain, but beyond that, he hadn’t given itof the future, Todd explained where he was at that very hter, and neither is she from what I can tell"

"But it will not continue here in this tiue, but thought twice before he opened hisand let himself out