“Kolis?” Bele demanded, and Gemma flinched again at the sound of his name. The woman nodded. “How did you know?” “I was…” Gemma pulled the blanket closer to her waist. “I was his favorite for a bit. He kept me…” She swallowed, stretching her neck, and Aios closed her eyes. “He kept me close to him for a while. He said he liked my hair.” She reached up, absently touching one of the light strands. “He talked about this…power he felt. He spoke about it all the time. Obsessed over it and said how he would do anything to find it. This presence. His graeca.” “Graeca?” I repeated. “It’s from the old
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