Raziel POV
"You are the woman in my son's dream?" I inquired, shifting my gaze from my son to the priestess. When she remained silent and walked toward my son, suspicion crept into my mind. I contemplated the possibilities, considering the notion that she might be an enemy sent to deceive me—possibly a disguised foe sent by my brother, who had been on the run for years.
The priestess extended her hand to touch my son, but I swiftly slapped her hand away. "Priestess," I said sternly, my voice unwavering. "I asked you a question, and you seem to be avoiding it. Can you explain why you appear in my son's dreams?" I inquired once more, locking eyes with her, searching for any hint of emotion that might reveal her true nature. However, her hazel eyes remained inscrutable, and instead of answ
