Milan took a deep breath. “I can’t be wrong. The way Aisha Lindsey appeared in my dream… It gave me the same feeling whenever I see Lasair. The undeniable visage of a deity… dammit… Didn’t Bishop say only the humans find Aisha Lindsey that way? Now I know why…”
He brought his hands down and laughed. “What was that for real? I can’t believe I’m really seeing something like that. Wait, do I exude that kind of visage to the villagers?”
At the thought of asking Melba about the visage of the brides, he moved to leave the bed. However, he was suddenly faced with the fact that Esperanza was pressed against the wall in terror. He didn’t even know what she was hoping to achieve.
“Excuse me, what are you doing?” Milan frowned at the young woman. “Why are you in my room? Does the priestess know you’re here? Aren’t you supposed to be with your brother?”
