I had sat down on the sofa and when she came in I patted a spot on the sofa next to me and told her to sit and join me so we could have a talk.“All ...etter now?” I asked, and smiled at her when she nodded yes. “Good. We’re going to have a talk. A rather serious talk. I want you to listen closely to what I have to say. Don’t interrupt me even if you think I might want you to answer, when I am done you can tell me what you think. All right?”She nodded but didn’t say anything so I continued.“Your. I walked towards the living room, both equally nervous and turned on, wanting all their eyes to be on me. “Let me get those. I’ll have a re-fill in just a few minutes, as soon as the coffee’s ready” I smiled, acting oblivious to how I was dressed. Gary and Jason stared at me wide-eyed; one at my chest, and one at my exposed navel, only being able to nod as a response. Even my husband, sitting on the single Barcalounger on my right, was looking at me speechless. I paid no attention to them of. I’ve wondered. You don’t think Deia might not be what she claims to be, do you?”“Issa!” Elva reproached her. “Deia is as much a goddess as Tyln is a god. Are you going to let your faith waver simply because his wounds are beyond your sister’s power?”Issa looked down for a moment but then looked back at her mother defiantly. “I don’t care about all that. If Tyln succeeds where Deia has failed, I will gladly bend my knee to him.”Princess Ataya stepped nimbly up the creaking, wooden steps, her. And then she is there, pushing out through the door she looks pleased, there is a smile on her face as she fishes through her purse, pulling out her phone she looks up and down the street as she dials a number. Glancing across the street she sees him, more appropriately she is affected by his presence. As their eyes meet, the phone falls from her hand shattering at her feet, an ominous portent reflecting the fundamental change her life has just taken. She is lost in his eyes, the instant she.