The Sentinels gayatri

he laughed at last, the warm sound ringing off the charred sequoias. indeed, govinda replied, eyes dancing as he looked at her. i took to ford, especially. we are both men of the sea. we understand each other. he stepped nimbly over a branch, casting his gaze down to watch where he was going before returning it to the girl. and you, lilia? are you a seawolf, too?

perhaps, but there was something that made her different from her brothers, something beneath the gilded pelt. had he known the mayfairs, he might have supposed it for the magic that ran through that family, touching each and every one of them. but he didn't, and so for now, he could only wonder as to what it was that set lilia apart.