[This post is from Thordin’s point of view.]
“You think it’s something, too, don’t you?”
Thordin took a slow, deep breath, his heart sinking at Hecate’s soft voice. He nodded once, staring into his mug of coffee for a few seconds before his gaze flicked up, back toward her and Matt. “I do,” he admitted quietly.
“Who do you think it is?”
“Leviathan,” he said, surprising himself at his own lack of hesitation. “If it’s anyone, it’s him.”
Hecate shuddered, startling Lin, who started to fuss softly. She rushed to soothe him, seemingly grateful for the distraction. Thordin winced slightly.
“Sorry,” he murmured softly. “I didn’t—”
“It’s nothing we haven’t already considered,” Matt said, shaking his head. “It’s all right. We’re just hoping it’s nothing.”
“That’s what we’re all hoping.” Marin’s voice was heavy, grim as she joined them. Her bow was in hand and she seemed tired—not that Thordin could blame her at all for being tired. “Something tells me it’s not going to be that simple.”
“How do you want to play this?” Matt asked quietly. A rumble of thunder punctuated his words. It hadn’t grown dark enough to herald the storm’s true arrival, but the sound was definitely a forerunner to it.
“Play what?” Marin snagged a mug and poured herself a cup of coffee from the press. She’d taken two gulps before her brother could answer the question.
“How we’re handling the situation, Mar. That’s what I’m asking about. Before anyone else shows up, we need to have that figured out, right?”
She stared at him for a few seconds over the rim of her mug, then lowered it, sighing. “If I knew exactly what the hell we were facing, then I might have a plan. Right now, I’ve got nothing.”
“Par for the course,” Thordin murmured, then sighed. “We’ll figure it out.”
“We always do,” Marin murmured.