She had briefly considered, but swiftly decided against, leaving the baby with Peitho and Luna. There were members of her mortal coven, too, who she trusted, or Qebhet. And admittedly the chances that Clementine's father would find her when Hecate's back was turned were low, they were not nothing.
But no, Hecate was not entertaining the thought of leaving Clementine behind. "She's safe with me," Hecate said, a crystal clear certainty in her voice, one that brooked no argument. A conviction that she could protect this child from everything. "And I am sure that the demon is working with the Christian devil," she said, taking a seat (and another jammy dodger.) "It stands to reason it is of Christian origin too. Hermes said he saw it take his face, change from looking and behaving exactly like Luna to looking and behaving exactly like him. Not fae, I don't think."