“Let us just say that Aldair and I have never gotten along very well. This dispute over who would have you for his Chosen — that seemed to be the final blow. He is not the sort to accept defeat easily.”
I picked up my own glass and swirled the wine in it, but didn’t drink. “I’m surprised you both ended up here. I mean, didn’t you all have the whole world to choose from when it came to where you would settle down…after?”
“Not exactly.” He took a swallow of the Bordeaux and closed his eyes briefly, as if savoring the taste. “We came to the places where our Chosen had lived, more or less. We thought it would be less of a shock that way, since at least your surroundings wouldn’t be completely unfamiliar. And since the woman Aldair took as your substitute was also from New Mexico, albeit fart
