ALPHA LYCAN POV.
I kept my hand tight on the goblet until the metal bit into my palm. The taste of coffee was gone; all I could feel was the cold rush of something ancient squeezing my chest, we had both excuse ourselves from the moment we saw that servant girl.
Aisha stood beside me In the hallway,as her breath were still shallow, and when she spoke it came out like a whisper pulled through silk.
"Did you see that?" she asked, never taking her eyes off the dining hall. "The servant girl…she looks exactly like her. Like Irish… younger version of Irish, beautiful…almost the same face."
My jaw clenched so hard I could feel the bone grind. I had seen it too. The same high cheekbones, the same stubborn slope to the nose. For a moment my brain tried to think but all could come out was just questions "How is it possible?" I said, more to myself than to her. "Could it be she's reborn?"
