He had spent the remainder of the night—well, the early morning really, dissecting what had happened. After leaving Ali in her apartment, he had returned to the alley to try to find any trace of Lugus. He had found nothing, not one single thing to prove Lugus had been there. Irritation clung to him. There should have been something left behind. Though his attacks had lacked luster, Lugus had used energy to seek out Ali. Energy left a mark. Ali had certainly left hers, on him. He had wanted to have Cian erase her memory of their whole encounter. But Tristan had interfered, explaining that she had touched him of her own freewill. By doing so, she had unwittingly united her connection to him. The pathway that had been so fragile before was now strong and clear. Tristan went on to assume that it had been Agrona’s doing in order to protect the Fragments. To wipe out her memory could possibly damage the connection. Sighing, Finn ran his free hand through his hair.
