“Edie, are you there?”
Branwen froze, realizing the man was talking to a woman in front of her. Her daydreams usually didn’t speak without her input.
She sat on the ground in a circle with several other people. She dropped the stone into the caftan’s pocket as the man who’d spoken turned to her.
“Pay attention!”
He leaned forward and grabbed her arm, pulling her face close to his.
She’d never seen him before, and his wild brown eyes were terrifying.
“We’re trying to get Edie settled into a new body,” he said, “and you’re staring into space? Why the hell are you even here?”
A new body?
She still wore the caftan, but the attic had disappeared. They were in a grassy field behind a stone building, surrounded by rolling hills covered with trees, with mountains in the distance. Like the
