Considering the circumstances, Claire couldn’t entirely blame him for his icy demeanour. The memory of her capture and the danger she had subjected herself—and, in turn, him—to was still fresh in her mind. But how could she have known that her magic would fail her at the crucial moment... or that the redcoats would find her before she could touch the stone? Though, confessing the truth to him now was out of the question, wasn’t it?