They thought the portal was their biggest threat. But the curse--real or imagined--might tear their family apart.
MILLS: I never imagined raising a baby in 1646. But here we are: surrounded by clan allies and enemies, protective charms, and a brooch that glows when danger's near. Just when I start to believe we've carved out a life here, a dangerous rival threatens the fragile peace we've built.
Now we're racing across the Highlands with hounds, swords, and kick-ars boots, trying to protect what matters most before the portal closes for good. If this is a curse, it picked the wrong mother to mess with.
CAL: I dinnae care what century we've landed in--no one threatens my family and walks away grinnin'. We've got Alistair's sheepdog, Fergus's maps, and Mills's fire leadin' the charge. But when a new ally shows up--talkin' about quantum entanglement and time loops--I start to realize we're not just fightin' enemies. We're fightin' time.
The portal's alive. It's shiftin', pulsin', and if we dinnae move fast, it'll close for good--with me, Mills, Loch, Cam, and Lila trapped on the wrong side. I'll tear through every clan and curse to bring my family home.
Contains mature themes.