Ciro’s character was trying to convince Isabella’s to give herself to him in exchange for her lover’s freedom. Yet the force of hatred in Isabella’s voice was palpable to Mina.
Despite the passion onstage, she found it hard to concentrate as she pondered what had just happened. It had been strange enough leaving her body, seeing herself from above. But then to have created a palace, a whole world, just with her thoughts, that was too strange. And it had been real. Real enough for Uberto to see it too. Mina wondered what else she would learn, travelling with the players.
Ciro’s voice broke through her musing. Looking up, Mina caught the exact instant when his mask transformed, melting against his features. This new face wasn’t much different from his own, yet at the same time the features
