Grace, however, found herself laughing again, though the sound was hollow. "You're saying this as if it's fact when you have nothing to prove it except a birthmark and a statue you saw years ago." She shook her head as she tried to dispel the weight pressing down on her chest. "This is absurd."
But Sir Washington only gave her a knowing look. "Is it?" His voice was calm, patient. "Tell me again, Grace… Have you ever experienced moments where you felt drawn to something unfamiliar? As if a part of you recognizes things that you have no reason to?"
This was the second time he was asking her about something along her inner encounters; however, Grace still stiffened.