VIII
“May I join you?” his smile was easy and brilliant. A slight, familiar accent not of Anastas or Valford touched his words. I had never met another like me. I didn’t know what to say.
“By all means,” I motioned for him to sit and beckoned Hilde to bring me another glass. The moment it hit the table, I poured him a moderate amount of wine and handed it to him.
“Thank you…”
“Josselyn Thorn.” I tipped my glass toward him before taking a sip. “And you are?”
“Cyprus Reyner. Well met.” He took a hearty drink and looked at me curiously over his goblet. “Is there something on my face?”
I hadn’t realized I’d been staring. “I’m sorry, I’ve just never...I’ve never met…”
“Ah yes, we are a rare species indeed. Tell me Josselyn, do you think if two Whispers made love, time would stop?”
Maybe
