Thalyra studied her for a long moment. Those amber eyes — Cyrath's eyes, the same colour, the same sharpness, the same capacity for seeing through walls — moved across Seraphyne's face like fingers reading braille.
"I do not believe you," Thalyra said at last. "But I cannot prove it yet. So I will wait. I am very good at waiting. Cyrath used to say I could outwait a glacier, and he was right, because I am still here and the glacier is not."
She stood. Smoothed her skirts. Walked to the door.
