Adrian's POV
"Priestess—" I began.
"Oh, don't be so formal." She waved her hand dismissively. "We've known each other for years. Always call me Ophira. Why are you breaking my heart by being so formal?"
"Or better yet, call me beautiful. Gorgeous. Enchanting," she winked. "I'm not picky."
Sebastian, who had been watching this exchange with barely concealed amusement, suddenly couldn't sit still any longer. "Brother, where is she?"
"Upstairs," I told him shortly.
His expression shifted to one of disbelief. "I still can't believe she's actually alive. Dead people don't just come back."
I looked directly at Ophira, my voice serious. "Is that possible? Can someone who died resurrect back to life?"
