CHAPTER 2
George woke to the wet rasp of a tongue on his cheek and the rumble of a purr. Imp, he thought, after a moment of confusion. “Enough,” he mumbled and raised his hand to brush away the half-grown cat. He pushed himself up to sit cross-legged and leaned his back against the leg of the table.
Angharad bent over him, concern clear on her face. “Sit down,” George said. “I’m fine.”
“No doubt. That must be why you’re down there instead of up here,” she said, but she turned his chair upright and sat down again carefully in hers. “What happened?”
He probed but there was no inner response. “Apparently Cernunnos wasn’t pleased with this particular line of inquiry.”
She rolled her eyes at the sarcasm. “Why not?”
“That’s the question, isn’t it? He’s never told me anything about my fathe
