Moving into place behind Jasmine he wondered if she knew her name was Arabic in origin. Yasminne.

Alaina paused long enough to wait for Jasmine to finish her prayer, out of respect, then began shoveling the food – Chicken – into  her mouth as fast as she could swallow. Thy may throw her out once the voices started again, and she needed to get food.

“I don’t understand any of this. You stopped the voices with magic. And I’m an angel? Or a prophet? Or a Knight?”