Chapter 120
July – 3,390 BC
Earth: Village of Assur
NINSIANNA
She found him perched on the roof of her parent's home, crouched in the same leopard-like pose he'd assumed that night at the ship, muttering prayers in the clicking Cherubim language. His eyes glittered with an internal blue light that was every bit as disconcerting as the golden light that burned within her own eyes ever since She-Who-Is had chosen to speak through her. It was an emotionless gaze, but neither cruel nor inhuman. Thanks to her gift of tongues, she now understood that he prayed for the lives he'd been forced to reap.
"I'll go inside," she called up to him, "to get supplies to dress your wounds."
They made eye contact.
Mikhail nodded.
Ninsianna forced a smile.
The moment she got inside, her false bravado
