She’d strode out onto the roadway, high above the city, and gulped in huge lungfuls of cold night air, pacing up and down the slope. Fury pulsed in her veins, anger making her hot and cold, trembling, barely able to speak. That he’d done that, that he’d said it, that he’d provoked her— That she’d shown him. Oh, nicely done, Ishtaer. Now everyone will know, and there goes any respect anyone might have been thinking about having for you— ‘It was nicely done,’ said a cool female voice behind her, and she spun around. ‘I know you’ve been having visions and you’ve seen a ghost, but I’ve never seen memories projected quite like that before.’ ‘Who the hell are you?’ Ishtaer snapped, hating the quiver in her voice. Eirenn cleared his throat. ‘Lady Celsa Luccia Aquilinia Aspicio Viator.’ A Seer and a Viator? Ishtaer winced. ‘Can’t be anyone else,’ Eirenn added. ‘Indeed.’ Lady Aquilinia sounded amused.
