Chapter Twenty-FiveThis was the day.
Meghan knew it before she was fully awake.
Perhaps after today she would be able to stop. To rest. To step out of the limelight.
If all went well, Colin would be safe in the hands of the most powerful members of the Chartres Council. If all went well, she could fade into the background.
She pulled the covers high over her head against the bright light of daybreak.
And then what?
Go and play at swords with Landau?
Sit out another quiet, lonely year on a remote island?
Edinburgh might no longer be closed to her. She might not care about having been the Watcher of Iona. It might not matter if Colin and the Order were accepted by the present government as ally rather than enemy. Even the current Watcher might be released from whatever punishment had
