[This post is from Marin’s point of view.]
“Jay,” I whispered. He squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head.
“I don’t want sympathy. That’s not what I need. I need help, dammit, and I’m not sure who I’m going to be able to get it from. I don’t want to drag everyone here into this.”
“I think it’s a little late for that,” Thom said, his arm tightening around me. “We’re involved now whether we want to be or not. How much was she able to tell you about where she is, there they are? She’s being held with the army, isn’t she?”
“I think so,” J.T. said. “That’s the impression I got, anyway. It’s—I don’t know how to express it. This was one of the weirdest things I’ve ever experienced and I’ve been dealing with some pretty fucking weird shit lately.”
“Pluton wouldn’t have wanted her far from him,” Thordin murmured, his gaze focused on something far away, something I couldn’t identify—if he was actually looking at anything at all. “He never trusted anyone with her, not since…” his voice trailed away and his gaze stayed to Matt, who frowned, his brow furrowing.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”my brother asked.
“Because,” Phelan said softly, “the only person he ever trusted her with was your wife. He trusted Hecate.”
