I was sitting against the base of a large tree, hugging my knees to my chest.
Waiting.
After moving further into the forest until we reached what he'd deemed to be a safe distance, Rowan had left me here to hide. He had then slipped back to the ridge alone to "deal with that fucker Patrick".
Closing my eyes, I drew in a deep breath, letting it out slowly. I didn't have Kieran's telepathic skills (yet), but maybe I could at least "broadcast" a message.
And hope to God that it was on a frequency he could hear.
(Tá mo chroí istigh ionat)
Neither of us knew how I'd been able to translate that
(My heart is with you)
or why. Whatever the reason, it was apparently a one-time thing, at least for now, as we hadn't been able to replicate it since.
But surely I could at least reach him now.
