Again, a swell of air surged through the temple, and I sat up, my hair blowing back behind me as another gust whistled past and I heard her voice. Low and primal, a voice as ancient as the universe. Rhea. ‘Animals,’ she rasped, and the words layered one over another, like waves crashing and receding. ‘Like animals . . . my temple . . . in my sanctuary . . . so brazen.’
