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Whoever caught Greer was assured to inherit the mill one day, and the Mackenzies’ land, and the mountain of wealth both afforded. Hessel was hell-bent that his legacy would not pass to a Beaufort, but Greer had fallen for Ellis long ago, and nothing her father did would sway her from him.
Ailie had told her so many eerie tales from their homeland across the sea, stories of selkies and each-uisges, caoineag and Ghillie Dhu, but the most nightmarish of them all were the Baobhan Sith. Those fables raced through her mind now. The blood drinkers were beautiful and strong, able to shift their appearance and control the desires and temptations of their prey. They were wily and fierce, with little regard for the humans they went after. Had Ailie been telling her stories of the Bright-Eyeds?
“There were creatures out on that heath. Everyone knew to hide away in their homes before sunset, before the uncanny could come. Demons and Devils, things of nightmares and myth. Gray Trows, who walk backward, determined to kidnap the first maiden they stumble across. Silent Cù-Sìth, stealthily racing across the land, ready to devour. The Nuckelavee with its venomous breath, poisoning crops and animals alike. But none were as monstrous as the Betwixt.” “Betwixt?” she echoed. “Something between man and monster,” Finn murmured slowly, as if dredging up a long-buried memory. “My nan told stories
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from?” “The rocks have always been here, dotting the land. But the magic comes from the old world, from Beaufort himself. After his father died, he became obsessed with learning all he could of the uncanny, of the occult. Before setting Ailie loose, he charmed the stones, casting a protection spell over them to hold back her kind, to keep future settlers safe within the cove. But Beaufort’s words were wrong and too specific. He didn’t live long enough to see how he’d damned everyone unlucky enough to see a sunset within Mistaken.”
