CHAPTER SIXTEEN
The night fell softly in a quiet mist as the young warriors in the cottage traded stories, reminiscing over past exploits. They lacked armour or the glorious assemblage of the Tuatha de Danaan that Evelyn had described to them, but they glowed with the same strong, pure auras of the type that held not only magic but goodness. Cat looked at her friends and smiled, then caught Evelyn watching her with a curious expression.
I can't get over how lucky I am to have all you guys, facing this together. What a crazy ride this has been the last few years.
Cat spoke silently, not wanting to draw everyone's attention.
What's the trigger, Cat? You've been more misty today than I've ever seen you, ever since Jake showed up. You are crazy sentimental right now and that's not like you
