The room fell silent other than a few cracks and pops from the log on the fire.
“It’s funny,” said Hecate after a moment or two. “I can barely remember his face. And I do feel sorry for him, because his death was mostly the result of his own greed. And his lust for me.”
“Lusting for a beautiful woman should never lead to one’s death, love,” soothed Finn. “If it did, you’d be walking over corpses every time you took a stroll down Bond Street.”
She laughed, a genuine and warm chuckle that made him smile. “You’re quite right.”
“And now you’re walking here and there sometimes without your cane. Have you noticed?” Finn went back to stroking her leg, this time rubbing her calf from her ankle to her knee.
“I didn’t at first,” she admitted. “It wasn’t until I realised that I had moved without bringing my cane with me, that it dawned on me. So much has been happening…I suppose my focus had been shifted to other matters, and I simply forgot. It turned out to be a good thing.”
“All your visitors disturbing your tranquillity…” He allowed his hand to slide a little higher on the inside of her thigh.
“Yes,” she gulped. “Um…Finn?”
“Yes?”
“Can I tell you something?”
“Of course, love.”
“I like what you’re doing.”
