Chapter 4

Sadly, I couldn’t lie in bed and bask in afterglow forever. A decision had to be made, and from the confident, yet comforting, way Caleb held me in his arms, I knew what it was going to be. As much as I dreaded it, as much as it made the fine hairs on the back of my neck stand on end at the thought of going back into the line of fire, there was no denying it.

Brigit protect me.

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Time slipped into one of those paradoxical paces where everything happens too suddenly while taking too long to get there. One day I was at work, finalizing the layout for the holiday paper, the next I was driving with Caleb out to where our Pagan Society was meeting for our winter Rite. In between I had the sense of preparing myself, not just for the trip to my parents’ house, but for everything. Evidently my preparations worked, because the backseat of our car was full of what we needed for our part in the ritual.