For a brief moment, joy erased the troubles of the last few weeks from Bel’s heart. He laughed hard and long, and Emma turned to gaze at him, first in wonder, then with a small smile of her own.
“I missed that smile.” Emma said softly, then confusion crossed her face again. “What… Lugus.. The spirit of that woman.. There was a Stag..” She gripped her head and Bel froze, the laugh dying in his throat. Were memories of the other timeline slipping through?
“What stag Mistress?” Luci asked curiously and Emma looked up at him sheepishly, a hand held to her forehead. She shook her head, eyes slightly dazed.
“Maybe that was part of the dream.” She grimaced. Bel looked at her carefully.
“Perhaps not.” He murmured, then lifted her from the bed. “Come, let’s get you cleaned up. Luci
