9
“Does the wind do that often?” I asked Asher after we’d walked out of earshot of our new acquaintance.
Asher shook his head. “No, but do you know what made you look like that?”
I winced. “I. . .I heard a voice. It was saying ‘hermana’ over and over again.”
He furrowed his brow. “You’re sure?”
I nodded. “Yeah, just like last night. What does that word mean again?”
“Sister, in the language of the people of Molina,” he explained as he stopped us in the middle of the lake shore. He turned to me and grasped my shoulders so he could look into my eyes. “Did it sound like Lady Ida?”
I shook my head. “Not a bit, but it was definitely a woman’s voice.”
He raised his gaze to the smooth surface of the lake. We were close enough to the waters that I could see our reflections. His r
