“I’m confused,” Trace said as they walked down the marina toward Washington Street and the Leary Building. “How did Aradhon even know we were seeing each other?” Things weren’t making sense, and he began to wonder if his meeting Giselle was happenchance or arranged. She had told Trace everything about her past, admitting to killing her boyfriend back in the fifties in order to escape Halafarin, the elven Warrior who had been tracking her for almost a century. She had reacted on impulse, not knowing any other way to escape. Panic was her only excuse.