[This post is from Marin’s point of view.]
For a few minutes, I couldn’t speak. Words wouldn’t come and I struggled to process what Cameron had just said. What was that supposed to mean—what did Leviathan’s warning actually mean for us?
Nothing good. That’s for certain. My lips thinned. Cameron’s jaw tightened as he watched me, as if he could somehow sense what I was thinking.
He stayed silent, his gaze straying from me and to the fire. I swallowed hard, suddenly very conscious of the weight of little Thomas Merlin in my arms.
There was far more at stake now than there ever had been before—at least for me there was.
“What else did he say?” I asked.
Cameron hesitated. I looked at him sharply.
“Cam.”
“He told me that he’d offered her a place at his side—her and her lover. He wants the world and he’ll do anything to get it. We’re either with him or we’re against him.” Cameron’s hands tightened into fists against his knees as he stared into the fire again. “I don’t know which is worse,” he said. “Everything else we’ve faced or possibly joining forces with that bastard.”
“It won’t come to that,” I said, my stomach feeling hollow even as the words passed my lips. “We’ll find a way. We always do. I’m sure they had a plan before they came here.”
“Who?”
“Matt and Hecate,” I said, lurching to my feet, clutching my son against my chest. He gave a soft whimper and I realized exactly how hard I was hanging onto him. A soft curse escaped my lips and I loosened my hold, cradling him against my shoulder. “Hell, it’s the middle of the night,” I said. “It’s the middle of the night and I’m about to go storming in there with bad news.”
Cameron looked up and held my gaze for a long moment. “It can probably wait until morning.”
“Can it?”
He inclined his head. “We can only hope.”
Grimly, I nodded, sitting back down next to him.
There would be no more sleep for me that night.
