Einion recounted his dream of the previous night to Lucius and Adara, and all the while, the lines upon his brow and face seemed to grow deeper with the worry it caused him.
The Gods had tortured him with the dream, and Lucius could feel himself grow angry for Einion. He could understand the anger directed at Lucius earlier.
The tale made Lucius remember the rage he had felt at his own sister’s death, and the want for revenge that had filled his veins from that time on. It was not a feeling he would wish upon any man, let alone his good friend.
“You must go,” Lucius said when Einion finished. “If the Priestess of Ynis Wytrin can shed any light on this, you have no choice. Adara’s right. We’ll be fine. Stay there as long as you are needed.”
“Thank you,” Briana said.
Adara looked puzzle
