It first came to me like déjà vu, the dream I had watched in Miriam's head flashing in my mind.
I wanted to release the restrictions on mind-vision and get an overview of the room but I caught myself.
Turning to my left, I observed Miriam, struggling at first to get a reading from her but eventually glimpsing the anticipation she felt when she looked at me.
"What?" she mouthed.
"You're beautiful," I mouthed back.
For a second, a hunger appeared in her eyes, followed by craziness, then, smiling at me, she turned back to the altar.
"What is going on?" I racked my head.
The woman in the veil had been the spark for the chaos in my mind. Though Chiara wore the same white robes I had seen in Miriam's dream, I had thought the woman in the dream had been the one. I hadn't even remembered the dream.
I wanted to tell myself I was making a mistake, that what I had seen was just a memory, but dreams could not only be memories.
