The Taming of a Highlander (Midnight in Scotland, #2)

by Elisa Braden

That spoon is straight from Holland with no stops in between. The salve is for when ye find yer miracle. The knot willnae be loosened unless ye cut it free.” “Er, Mrs. MacBean, I really must be off—” The old woman seized Kate’s wrist. “Wait for the gulls. They’ll tell ye when morning’s come. Wait for his song. That’s when ’tis time to wake.”