The hag was pulling his strings, and Malcolm MacRobert hated having someone else's will forced upon him. However, his laird needed him, and that was enough. Malcolm had heard of their ally the MacRae laird taking a woman of mesmerizing beauty from another time, and anything a MacRae could do, a MacRobert could do as well. Steeling himself and throwing his shoulders back, Colm braced himself for what they were about to do. Before he could so much as take a step, a heavy hand landed on his forearm.