“What woman?” the human seated beside Theodore Ciogotti asked.
“The one right there,” another answered.
“Are you both daft?” the other asked, confusion filling their expressions.
Brentik frowned, quickly putting two and two together. “Auggie,” he said slowly. “What is an Augur doing here?” The question was directed at Xavier who exchanged a quick look with Luca.
“Certainly I can speak for myself,” Auggie said, giving Brentik a small smile.
To present itself in a form most comforting to one had made it difficult for Brentik to keep his eyes from it. Of course it would choose a form similar to his Eos. A young, spritely woman is what he saw, features too familiar, smile too inviting—looking at it was like torture for a man in mourning.
“Then speak,” the el
