The quiet woman grinned. She's a pretty child beneath her fear, Maya noted, and a voice inside her said They all are.
Tisha heard it, inside her head. She knew who'd spoken those words and understood the profound sadness that prompted them. She ignored DeStiy's angry panting and looked at Maya.
"Your grandmother, Mrs Reimnitz," she said. "She is with you all the time."
Maya's eyes clouded and she nodded.
"Idiots! Fools! Worship with me! Worship Evil!" DeStiy became incoherent in his anger.
Danes looked directly at DeStiy.
"If you would kindly shut up for two minutes, I could explain."