[This post is from Marin’s point of view.]
My knees felt weak and I slowly moved to sit down on one of the log benches. I took a slow, deep breath as I sank down, one hand moving to rest on my son’s back, the other gripping my coffee cup with white knuckles. “Okay,” I said softly, mostly to myself. “Okay. So we have a new threat incoming.”
Matt looked up at me and nodded slowly. “Sounds like it,” he murmured, then sighed, resting his head against Hecate’s. “Here I was thinking—hoping—that it’d be a quiet one.”
“It’s never a quiet one,” she said softly, reaching to ruffle his hair. “You know that.”
“Do you know anything about their enemies?” I asked. “Leinth and Seamus’s?” I glanced between her and Phelan, my heart feeling like lead in my chest. The list just kept growing—I wondered if it would ever stop.
I didn’t think it would, but I could hope.