"See for yourself," said Naima. "You have my permission."
Father Obregón's pulse quickened. "You mean...you can see them? They're with you?"
"In the building." Naima said it matter-of-factly. "Come through and I'll show you."
Father Obregón hesitated. It had been a long time since he'd been inside her head. He hadn't gone there in five years, since the two of them had split up.
Though for 16 years before that, he'd visited her mind every day. In spite of their schemes for togetherness on Benares, it was the only way they'd actually managed to be together at all in spite of the miles that were almost always between them. It was the one thing they'd shared that was special to the two of them, the one thing no one else could interrupt.
Because while everyone else could enter his
