They all glance at the Jasiri and find him watching the Faraswa woman with an unreadable look. Seeing him now, Niko almost can’t believe he’s the same demon-possessed fiend who nearly dismembered him. He’s actually quite easy on the eyes, a light-complexioned fellow with short hair and a broad, stubbled face Niko might have admired if it didn’t belong to a man who’d nearly killed him. “The woman has something to do with it,” he mutters, remembering how she conjured a ball of light that banished the tikoloshe coming out of the lake. Did I even see that, or was I just delirious?
