[This post is from Matt’s point of view.]
“Still,” Tala said, her voice thoughtful. “At least we’re not alone, right? That’s something.” She glanced at the basket where the twins were sleeping, cuddled up against each other, and sighed softly. “I don’t know what I’d do if I was alone.”
“Reasons for everything,” Hecate whispered, then took a sip of coffee, closing her eyes, her expression transforming into something close to bliss for a moment. One corner of Matt’s mouth quirked upward into a smile as he watched her.
It’s the little things, isn’t it? He took a slow sip of coffee and stared at the fire for a few moments. “It could be nothing,” he said into the silence that hung in the air for a few moments between the three.
“None of us believe that,” Tala said.
“No,” he agreed. “But we’re also a bunch of really paranoid bastards these days, aren’t we?”
“Well, you can only get bitten so many times before that happens.” Hecate leaned against him, eyes sliding closed again. Even Lin’s eyes were drooping, his fingers finally loosening around his aunt’s braid. Matt looked down at both of them, a faint smile creeping across his face again. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Tala shake her head, but he could also see her smile.
“We can hope, right?” Tala said softly.
Matt nodded, pressing a kiss to Hecate’s head. “We’ve got to. Otherwise, I’m not sure what the hell the point of it all is.” He hated to leave them, but he knew he had to, just in case—they’d need to be ready. He gulped down another mouthful of coffee. “I’ll be right back,” he murmured. “Need to go get something.”
“Bring mine, too,” Hecate said, her arms tightening around Lin for a moment. “Just in case.”
His heart seized for a moment, but he nodded, exhaling quietly. “Okay.”
I have to trust her. I have to trust myself.
If I don’t, what’s the point of it all anyway?