RHYS PEERED AT SEEMA, who stood beside him in the vaulted hall, still shivering. She trembled even more inside than she had out. His eyebrows furrowed as he wracked his brain for Were diseases. Her arms hugged her chest, her hands rubbing opposite sides, as she stared at the painting in front of her. Rhys turned his attention to the large artwork. Men in jewel-toned jackets and feathered turbans sat on regal horses. Accompanied by elephants and leopards, they carried bows and arrows and brandished swords as they surrounded antlered animals in various stages of death.
Turning back to Seema, he noticed her face was a ghastly white, looking almost like she'd come down with a plague. Then he spotted the colour of her hair — no longer chocolate brown streaked liberally with grey, it was shifti
