“‘I just asked Daddy if he remembered a Gathering we went to, years ago. The clans were all called at a big bonfire and I handed Daddy a burning branch and told him to go down to the fire and say the MacKenzies were there.’
‘Oh.’ Jem blinked once, then twice, looked at the fire blazing in front of us, and a slight frown formed between his soft red brows. ‘Where are we now?’
‘Home,’ Roger said firmly, and his eyes met mine, then passed to Jamie. ‘For good.’
Jamie let out the same breath I’d been holding since the afternoon, when those four figures had appeared suddenly in the clearing below, and we had flown down the hill to meet them. There had been one moment of joyous, wordless explosion as we all flung ourselves at one another, and then the explosion had widened as Amy Higgins came out of her cabin, summoned by the noise, to be followed by Bobby, then Aidan—who had whooped at sight of Jem and tackled him, knocking him flat—with Orrie and little Rob.”