“I don’t write the fates, cousin Edward. I don’t align the stars. And I could not control any of this if I tried.”
He looked at her compassionately,
“I’m not asking you to control anything, Layla. It is not in your power to do so. This is big, I must be honest with you. Rare too. But as rare as it is, it is also beautiful.”
“What aren’t you saying, Edward?”
He took her hand in his and ran a thumb across it,
“Not everyone knows how to handle rare and beautiful.”
“I’ve read the legends,” Layla said, “the stories about werewolves and witches. They were nothing more than very interesting takes to me at the time. But lately, they’ve been all I think about.”
Edward nodded, “sometimes The Lord prepares us for the future in ways we don’t understand… and then in the long run we finally understand”
Layla smiled in spite of herself,
“When did you become religious?”
