Chapter : Emma

"What happened to your owner?" The doll Emma had grabbed from the planet mocked her from its spot on the table. She grabbed it and noted its hand-stitched nature. Someone had made this cloth doll, and while the colors had faded, Emma could recognize the style of the dress, totally gypsy.

The Rhomanii had once stepped onto that crazy planet with the dissolving ocean. Had the owner of the doll perished or escaped?

For some reason, the lack of answer bothered Emma. The lack of all kinds of answers bothered her. There was so much they didn't know. Things Rafe needed to understand.

She couldn't help but see the doubts in him. She had the same trepidations. There was one person, though, who might be able to shed some light.

The energy door gave at her touch, letting Emma pass its sacred barrier into the Dom'umm church without sizzling her heretic flesh.