No wonder Sam and Noah’s basket was so hard! I should’ve known. Even without my memories, I should’ve guessed that I couldn’t see backward because another supernatural had been screwing with their destinies. Of course the blood streaked through the web was a vampire. What else would it be?
Xav keeps telling me not to be so hard on myself. He’s probably right. After all, they did get their sexily (and happily) ever after rebooted. I found a way to make a new beginning for them even without knowing everything there was to know. And curses and geas are meant to tangle the skeins. It’s how they work.
I still can’t help feeling I should’ve understood what I was seeing. Uncursing Noah would’ve been much easier than arranging for someone to show the dog the house and then make sure Sam found the dog. Especially considering that Sam’s a vampire. Maybe it’s changed now, but back when the first vampires were created, the hounds went insane if they had to be near them.
Anyway, Xav’s right about one thing. I did it. And maybe because I had to work so hard at it, I value it more. I know it’s going to stick with me, the feeling of triumph that comes from hard work. That’s a good thing for a modern goddess to know. It’ll keep me human. In all the good ways.