She looked and frowned. "Just Byzantine's head and body."
"Nothing else that strikes you as unusual?"
Lillian shook her head. "Why? What should I see?"
Just as she said it, the tongues of flame lashed toward her. Before I could warn her or push her away, they'd plunged into her--one entering her head, the other her chest.
She didn't seem to notice. "Stag? You didn't answer my question."
"Forget it." I sat up straighter. "It doesn't matter now."
She leaned closer, touching my cheek. I stared at her, looking for some trace of what the tongues of flame might have done to her. From what I could see, nothing was different.
Almost nothing. "I'm glad you're all right." When she said it, the look in her eyes was softer. Her gaze locked with mine and wouldn't let go. "I'm glad
