Apparently she didn’t have any.
It was fortunate that the occasional look she caught in Finn’s eyes told her otherwise.
Enjoying the silence after the guests had gone, Hecate pondered her present and her future. She liked to have a plan, a sense of where she was headed, and some vague idea of what awaited her when she got there. That kind of vision had led her here, to Doireann Vale, and to Finn as he lay in the woods.
But now…now, she could see little. It was unsettling; as if her gift slept in her mind. It was still there—there were no empty places. But it did not respond to her summons.
All she could do was be patient until it decided to return. In the meantime, she was warm, content, well fed and cared for.
And there was Finn.
She still believed that he was the man who would change her life.
But at the moment, she wasn’t quite sure how.
