Brielle's POV
“I’m just glad you’re okay,” I said, glancing toward the prayer mountain. If I’d made it in time, perhaps a god would answer my wish.
I’d just saved a life, after all. Surely I deserved something in return.
“You’re such a beautiful girl.” The old woman stepped into my path before I could leave. She gripped my hand, squeezing it. “And your hands are sturdy. You certainly know how to use them.”
I blinked. There was something oddly calm about the way she invaded my personal space. She had dark, wild curls, though most had turned silver with age. Loose strands escaped her band and framed her face, making her look every bit the crazy old woman.
“Thanks,” I replied numbly.
“A beauty like yours deserves someone equally worthy.” Her gaze sharpened. “Are you married, or are you
