Cathair wasn't terribly concerned himself, but he could understand Jamie's being ginger with it. "Damn," he said as he took it from the young Scot. "Just like Eden's."
Eden. She'd woken up with a headache, claiming everything was too loud. Way too loud. And neither of them had drank enough to even get a bit tipsy. "We need to warn them. Eden and the girl. She's a Scot as well."
Yes, this was insane, but it all was pointing the same direction. Which meant the two women could possibly be next.