Fate was back in the cathedral, as if she had never left, speaking with Magic in a low voice. They quieted as I entered, and Fate glanced at me, her brow furrowing slightly as she scanned my thoughts.
"I'm sorry," I mumbled, hanging my head. "I know I shouldn't have--"
"You spoke right," she interrupted gently. "All things are as they should be."
Her assurance caused me to look up. "Did you know?"
"I suspected he wouldn't touch you here. His power is considerable, but the stars of High Valley were not his to control. And now, he understands Haven."
"Isn't that a bad thing?"
"From a strategic perspective, perhaps, but Fate is a new, ascending god. He has no Divine Realm of his own and finally understands how daunting it is to build one. It would be far easier to claim Haven as a foundation."
My eyes widened. "He can do that?"
"He seems to believe so, and I'm inclined to agree. But, to attempt it, the realm must still exist. And that means he needs you alive."
