I sighed, watching as Aoife walked away. I crossed my arms tightly against my chest and wished that I didn’t feel as sick as I did. “We’re going to have to lock her up or something to keep her from doing this, Seamus. We can’t let her do it. She’ll just make things worse.”
“You’re right,” he murmured. “She will.” He massaged his temple, closing his eyes for a moment. “I can’t believe she threw that back in my face.”
“You gambled and lost,” I said, reaching over to touch his arm. “It happens. It was worth the shot.”
“I guess.” He shook his head, then patted my hand gently. “We’ll stop her. Hell, I’ll stop her. I’ll tie her up myself if I have to.”
“I don’t want to have to do that,” I admitted. “I’d rather she come to her senses, you know? Otherwise we’ll…we’ll always worry. We’ll always have to worry because we’ll never be sure that she’s not going to go off and make things worse.”
“You realize that’s why she wants to go after Hecate in the first place,” Seamus said, glancing at me. “Because of the uncertainty she’s feeling, because she doesn’t trust that Hecate’s not going to come after us again.”
“Of course I realize that.” I sat down heavily, staring broodily into the cookfire. “I am more than fully aware of that because it’s a legitimate fear. This having been said, I have to believe that whatever Matt is doing now is working and we’ll be safe. I have to trust him. He’s my brother.”
Seamus smiled crookedly. “And she’s thousands of years old and incredibly damaged.”
I choked on a weak laugh. “What do you want me to say, Seamus? That Matt’s working miracles? I don’t know. I don’t know anything except that she has him and he hasn’t come home yet.” I swallowed hard. “I just have to believe that he is.”
His voice came softly and I found it strangely reassuring.
“Considering it’s your brother, he might well be.”
