The stones didn't answer, but for the first time in years, the silence felt like a promise.
As he pressed his palm against the central monolith, the air grew thick with the scent of ozone and gorse. Usually, the stones screamed with the sound of a thousand bees, but tonight, they whispered. They whispered a name: Brian. Outlander - Blood of...
The vision snapped. Jamie pulled his hand back, his own palm stinging. A thin, red line had opened across his skin, mirroring his father’s old wound. The stones fell silent. The stones didn't answer, but for the first
He stood, wrapped his plaid tight against the Highland chill, and looked toward the horizon. He couldn't go to her, but he knew now that the very earth beneath his feet was keeping the door open. They whispered a name: Brian
He realized then that he was never just a man caught in a story of time travel. He was the anchor. The blood of the Frasers was the key that turned the lock of history, a crimson bridge built so that love could find its way home across two hundred years.