Hecate's eyes darkened, and for a moment the lights above flickered as Qebhet's words echoed in her head: hunting an immortal who'd hurt a woman. It must be something big to have stirred up the twins. Or no, not big, but close to home, which amounted to the same thing.
She lifted her face to the flickering lights, then closed her eyes and let darkness rest her mind for a moment. Blowing a literal fuse would be a terrible way to thank Qebhet for what she'd done, she must hold her centre.
"There were three boys in the car," Hecate said eventually, and opened her eyes again. This was not conducive to holding her centre at all. "Blood-bound, fractured boys. I'd met one of them before. He had the raising of the litter of Serene's siblings. Did I ever tell you where Serene came from?"