THIRTY SEVEN

“Come. Come sit by me Shira lady of the night.”

Shira stared at the mind Physician that had come. She could not bring herself to get up and go join him on the floor where he sat. They were both in Sir Baristan’s spacious library, and the mind Physician was sitting on the floor, angles crossed in front of him, and both elbows on both knees. He was cleanly shaven of every single hair on his head – his entire head. His scalp was a shiny bald, his eyebrows and eyelashes non existent, and he did not spot a single beard or mustache. Something about his looks terrified her, and Shira knew instinctively that if she did not take caution, his face was one that would plague her dreams for many nights.

But Sir Baristan had said he was the only one capable of restoring her memory, as well as teaching her to harness her gift so that she did not harm herself and those she loved with her powers.

Shira stepped forward to join him. Who were those she loved? Perhaps, the mind physician might