Chapter 9 of The Paramedic’s Siren: Strangers, Curses, and a Scottish Welcome
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The journey to Scotland should have been simple. Land in Aberdeen, meet Moira, and begin the process of breaking the curse. But nothing about Dean Flynn’s life is ever that easy.
After navigating the chaos of Heathrow and boarding a short hop flight north, Dean found himself in a small, nearly empty airport at the edge of Scotland. Tired and travel-worn, he expected Moira herself to be waiting. Instead, he got Hamish and Alexander—two rugged Scots with beards, work boots, and accents so thick Dean had to listen twice to catch half of what they said.
At first glance, they seemed ordinary, even rough around the edges. But nothing in Dean’s world was ordinary anymore. From the way they joked about spotting “a Yank” to the almost ritualistic way they reacted to the word curse, it was clear these men were part of the Unusual community he had stumbled into.
Dean followed them out to a beat-up white van, the kind you wouldn’t trust to cross a city block, let alone the winding roads into the Scottish Highlands. Yet he climbed inside, because what choice did he have? Moira wasn’t coming, and these two were his only way forward.
The drive carried them past whisky distilleries, stone walls, and villages that seemed older than time itself. At a small pub, Dean learned the truth—Moira was both Siren and witch, a healer of curses whose reputation stretched across the Highlands. But she would not be seeing him tonight. Instead, he was invited—or perhaps compelled—to spend the night at Hamish and Alexander’s home.
Their cottage was cozy, with low ceilings and the faint smell of peat smoke. It was also strangely quiet, and when they offered him the only bedroom, Dean couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to his hosts than met the eye. Were they simply caretakers sent to help him, or was Lydia’s introduction another trap, designed to steer him toward failure?
As he settled into the unfamiliar bed, the moo of a distant cow carried across the Highland night. Dean couldn’t tell if it was comforting—or a warning. Either way, tomorrow he would finally face Moira. And with her, the next step toward freedom—or deeper into the curse.
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