Chapter 192: Flight
*I’ve prescribed you some pills for motion sickness, just in case. – Doc*
The drive to Boston was quick and uneventful. Knuckles filled the prescription that Doc gave him. He hoped that he would not need them for the long flight.
So far, he had not.
But they were only an hour into the flight. After Siobhan gave Gunner some herbal medicine in his bottle, he had settled down and now slept in his infant carrier. His parents and brother, along with Werewolf and his family, and Dom, Whip and Emily, sat in the main area of the private plane. A Disney princess sang about the many facets of love and family.
Dom and two of the kids were the only ones still awake. If anyone asked, Dom did not know the words to any of the songs. She had a soft spot for children and the weak. A drive to protect.
Knuckles lay in the large bed in the bedroom of the private plane. He had never really thought about it before, but had often heard Werewolf talking about moving clients in style. He had not expected a small apartment on the plane.
Along with everyone else, there was also the regular staff: pilot, copilot and navigator and three stewardesses. They were all affiliated with the Wolf Pack and therefore the Saints. There was no doubt that they were armed. The two pilots were Marines, the navigator Air Force and he dared not ask about the women.
Werewolf recruited some of the best from around the world. Special forces. Hired guns. Assassins. Dom. Where she fit in, he was not sure. But he was damned glad they were on the same side.
But this was not what he lay in the bed thinking about. No, he held the woman who held his heart and thought about the one sentence that Siobhan had told him a few hours ago.
By the time he had translated it in his head, Siobhan had already walked away. His brothers had asked him about it. He was not ready to tell them.
It’s where your first child will be conceived.
A child. His first child.
Pressing his lips to her temple, he couldn’t help but smile at the thought. It was with this thought that he finally slipped off to sleep.
A few hours later, about halfway through the flight, the scent of coffee began to fill the cabin. Shortly after that, the smell of breakfast burritos joined it.
The closer they got to Scotland; the more relaxed Nessie became. And the more relaxed she became, the more relaxed everyone else was. By the time they landed in Aberdeen, she was almost back to her normal self.
The plane landed in early afternoon and they were loaded into buses. When Werewolf had said that there would be a total of four buses, Knuckles had been completely confused. Why would they need four charter busses?
As they traveled down the A96, the main highway to Fort Augustus, Knuckles finally understood that there was English and then there was English and then there was the English spoken in Scotland.
The buses were more like a van. The highway was an A road. Loch, which he had always assumed was just part of the name, meant lake. Henge just meant circle and not all standing stones were in circles.
And not all Henges had stones. Stonehenge was not the largest and it certainly was not the oldest. Stonehenge was surrounded by a much larger dirt henge. And the oldest was in the Orkney Islands of Scotland.
His mind was whirling when the lead van, sorry, bus, he corrected in his mind, pulled off the road just before a roundabout. The roundabout had to be the most complicated and confusing exit/entrance that Knuckles had ever seen.
They made a few quick turns and pulled into a Starbucks parking lot. Car park. He was trying to keep the terms straight in his head.
“Thank God.” Dom muttered as they all piled out of the bus. Inside, they all ordered their typical drinks. Except Nessie, she ordered a special tea and the barista nodded. Sensing something about the girl, Nessie took her left hand and looked at the palm.
“Yeh’ll get through this, lass. The strength is within yeh.” Nessie smiled at her as she closed the girl’s hand into a fist. “Hold tight to her love. She will guide yeh where yeh need to go.”
“Thank yeh, miss.” The black-haired girl whispered. Nessie smiled at her and then walked outside.
As she walked across the car park, the men started to move after her. Siobhan stopped them with a single sentence.
“Scotland’s dead will protect her.”
“She’s one of them, isn’t she?” The young barista asked quietly. “A real seer.”
“Aye. The land has called her home.” Siobhan said as they watched Nessie strip off her shoes and socks before stepping into the well manicured grass. She stood barefoot with her face turned up to the sky looking more beautiful and relaxed than they had ever seen her before.
The drinks were finished and they made their way back outside. As they all loaded back up into the buses, Knuckles gathered up the shoes and socks, tossing them into the backseat.
“Ness.” Knuckles said gently.
She turned and looked at him, her sapphire eyes sparkled as the wind played with her hair. “The song has changed. The Stones bid me to bring yeh with me.”
Smiling, he opened his arms to her and she moved to him. Wrapping themselves in each other’s arms, Knuckles pressed a kiss to the top of her head.
“I’m here for you.” He murmured. “Whatever, wherever, whenever, however as long as I’m the whoever.”
She looked up at him and smiled. “Until me last breath. Yeh, and no other.”
Knuckles leaned down and kissed her. “Until my last breath. You and no other.”
“Remember those words, Knuckles.” Siobhan advised as she got into the driver’s seat.
