“Something very important is happening now. The thousand-years-old faith is changing,” said Claire, nodding.
Lylian knew by her words that she couldn’t count on this woman in the spiritual battle.
“Please promise me that this will stay between us! Please trust this thing to me!”
But Claire’s nod wasn’t determined enough to calm Lylian. She headed for her car and went to look for Martha.
*
“Scrambled eggs. This is the best I can do in this poorly equipped lab,” John told Julie and placed the plates and forks on the narrow breakfast table. He poured milk into Julie’s glass and opened a beer for himself.
“Not just that—it looks abandoned,” Julie said as she sat on the barstool in the spare pyjamas John had lent her.
“I like a sterile, well-organized workplace,” answered John. Julie was
