Sister Margaret
“Charmaine?” My voice echoed around the chamber, adding to the prickling feeling of unease that had settled around my shoulders like a scarf the instant I walked into the temple.
She turned slowly, sinuously. Dark purple robes fluttered around her, gradually drifting back to her sides like leaves caught in a sudden updraft and then forsaken. Her unfathomable blue eyes drilled into me. If I live a hundred years, I’ll never see another pair of eyes like hers. They were the bright blue of a hot flame and they seared me to my soul.
