It seemed inconceivable, yet all signs pointed to her being in the year 1743. Claire ran until she caught sight of a dark silhouette amidst the pine trees, and her blood ran cold. Before she could react, a strong hand grabbed her arm, preventing her from escaping. Relief washed over her as she realized it was Jamie. Despite his imposing appearance, she felt safer in his presence, naively clinging to the memory of him being her friend.