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[This post is from Hecate’s point of view.] “So how do we prepare for this?” Thom asked, watching her. He was pale, but resolute. Hecate swallowed hard, half wishing he wasn’t there. She wasn’t sure any of them would very … Continue reading →

[This post is from Hecate’s point of view.] The weight of their gazes was heavy on her, but no gaze was as heavy as Phelan’s. The shock in his eyes almost had physical weight and Hecate looked away, down at … Continue reading →

[This post is from Hecate’s point of view.] “She asked for our help,” Matt said quietly, his brow furrowing as his gaze drifted between them, finally settling on Hecate. “And she’ll get it,” Hecate said, swallowing hard and glancing at … Continue reading →

[This post is from Hecate’s point of view.] “H-how do you know?” Hecate’s breath caught in her throat. “What—what makes you think that he’d—that he’d have her?” The terror was back, the deep-rooted fear. Even Matt’s touch seemed like a … Continue reading →

[This post is from Hecate’s point of view.] Her mind reeled. Hecate’s thoughts cast back through the centuries, thrown there unbidden as her unconscious sought something her conscious mind was certain wasn’t there to find—something, anything about Orcus. She could … Continue reading →

[This post is from Marin’s point of view.] “What devil?” Thom asked. Seamus looked down, staring into his mug of tea, his jaw tightening for a second as some color washed into his face. It didn’t make him look all … Continue reading →

[This post is from Marin’s point of view.] “What?” I hadn’t realized I’d spoken until well after the word left my throat and I found everyone looking from Seamus to me and then back again. My heart felt like lead … Continue reading →

[This post is from Marin’s point of view.] There was no small measure of concern in Thom’s gaze as we came to the fire. Maybe it was something in my expression or Phelan’s, or Matt’s, or maybe it was just … Continue reading →