Twenty-nine – 05

[This post is from Neve’s point of view.]

“You really think so?”

Neve nodded. “Don’t you?”

“I don’t know,” Seamus said, smiling wryly. “I think I’m more impressed that she got Marin and Phelan on her side.”

“All that took was logic, I think,” Neve said. “And a healthy level of stubbornness. Mostly the logic, though.”

Seamus inclined his head slightly. “Maybe you’re right.” He sat up slowly, wincing. Neve cursed under her breath, reaching for him again.

“Dammit, what are you doing?”

“Sitting up,” he said, wincing. “Don’t start grumping at me about it, either.”

All of the moisture evaporated from her mouth. “All right, fine. Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why are you sitting up? Asking that isn’t grumping, is it?”

Seamus shot her a smile that was half a grimace. “No. But I think I’ve been flat on my back long enough, don’t you?”

Déithe agus arrachtaigh, Seamus,” she groaned. “You pick now?”

“No better time,” he said, wincing. “Except for maybe before they all left.”

“They would not have let you go with them.”

“Did Thom go?”

Neve winced and looked away.

“If they let him go, they couldn’t have stopped me from going, too.”

Damn. I should have lied. I should have looked him dead in the eye and lied and said that Thom was still here. “Seamus—”

“It’s my fight, too.”

“You had your fight,” Neve said. “Orcus is out for revenge. Let us handle that—let them handle that. Because they will.”

And if they don’t, then it’s up to us to get everyone out of here safely. Somehow.

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