Snickering, Jasmine nodded. Beatrice had often smiled and agreed to Broderick’s requests and then gone on to do anything she wanted. From what Jasmine’s father had told her, Beatrice had no shame when it came to getting what she wanted.
“Now,” Beatrice said, her smile still in evidence in her eyes, though her face became more solemn. Her burr disappeared as though what she had to say was so serious that she couldn’t take the time to watch her words. “You will only see this after I have died and been buried. Tis a shame we will not get to speak again in this life, but you, my dearest granddaughter, are about to embark on a journey.” Her smile came back and her green eyes shone. “Do ye remember all the stories I told ye as a child? Of the McVeerens?” And it was like in just thinking of them, it instantly brought back her turn of speech.
“Ach, of course ye do. The tales have been around for centuries, aye, yes they have. And I made sure ye had them in your head from the time ye was a bairn.” A soft sigh left Beatrice’s lips and her eyes glassed over a little as if seeing a memory. “Ye was always a beautiful bairn, Jasmine Lea MacLeary. With your mother’s dark skin and sharp angles, my green eyes, and your father’s fiery hair. Why ye haven’t settled and gotten married some may wonder of. But I know better.” She cackled softly. “I know why ye haven’t found the right man. For it has not been the right time. But the time is now.” Once again her English accent made an appearance. “Jas, I have a journey you must undertake for me. It is a duty sworn to the women in our line. I tried when I was your age but it did not take. Thus, it now falls to you."