Lauralye looked at him with confusion, "Hecate?"
She was stunned. Hecate, the goddess of magic and her in the same body? Why? She bit her lip, him nearly dying didn't surprise her, Lucian had told her last night that he had to kill him, before she blacked out. She weakly sat up on her bed and moved herself over the small crack before curling up close to Robert. She rested her head on his chest, taking in his scent, "I love you, Robert," She whispered. There was a part of her that worried that she might never get to say it again.