[This post is from Matt’s point of view.]
A second later, a crashing noise echoed through the small house and Leviathan’s laughter came to an abrupt end. It took every ounce of control Matt had not to go rushing into the sitting room to his lady’s aid.
Leviathan’s voice came out strangled. “What the hell was that, Hecate?”
“I told you to cut your shit,” she said, voice all razored edges and glacial cold. “Either answer my question or get out of my house.”
“It came up in conversation with a dear little friend of yours—one of the ones you retained to hassle the Taliesin and company, if I recall correctly.”
“I’m no longer concerned with them,” Hecate said, her voice still cold. “Did Menhit elect not to mention that?”
“Oh, no. She spoke on that at great length. She thinks you’ve finally lost what few marbles you had left, to use a modern colloquialism—I trust it makes sense to you, yes?”
Silence stretched for a few long moments, then Hecate said, “Get out of my house, Yam. Please. I won’t ask again.”
“Well, if you’re not going to ask again—”
“I won’t be asking again because I will slit your throat and dispose of the body if you do not honor my request. I have asked you politely and you know me well enough that I will use force to get what I want if needed.”
“Oh yes,” Leviathan said. “Of that I’m well aware. Menhit and I had words on that, in fact.”
Matt’s stomach started to sink.
Hell.
“Quite a few of them, in fact. Like I said, she thinks you’ve finally lost the last few marbles you had left and why is that? Oh yes. The boy, she said.”
Hecate’s voice was a strained whisper and Matt could almost taste her fear. “He’s not a boy.”
“Druids never are.”
Then he was in the kitchen and it was too late to react.
