If her dream had been true in the details Therese had just confirmed, then perhaps it was true in other respects as well. It had been so vivid, so real. It was less like Mara had summoned the thoughts while sleeping, and more like she’d physically experienced the place and events.
Therese tasted her tea, then added a spoonful of sugar. She stirred it in slowly. Tasting again, she nodded her approval.
“Well, you know some of the story. I’m Therese, a third. My Oathtaker was—I mean is—Basha.” Her eyes locked on Mara’s. “I miss her. She’s been more than merely Oathtaker to me. She’s family, sister, friend. I want to be with her, but . . . I can’t just now.”
“And why is that?” Mara blew gently on her tea to speed its cooling, watching her visitor over the edge of her cup.
“It’s a long story, and a bit complicated.”
The Oathtaker placed her cup back on its saucer. “I’ve got time.” When Reigna stirred, she picked her up and placed her in Nina’s arms. She never took her eyes from Therese.
“Is that your child?”
“No. No. No.” Mara held her finger up, moving it back and forth with each word she spoke. “No questions from you as yet. I’ve given you the rules of our engagement. If you want answers from me, I’ll first require answers from you.”
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