“She’s one of the… Mistresses of Fertility.”
Chaos searched her mind for the odd term.
“You don’t know of it,” she whispered, like it was another confession she’d been holding in. “It’s a private sect of the order for…” her words went tight again before she finished on a heated whisper, “…providing disciples for the flock to win more souls.”
The agony in her tone made Chaos’s stomach clench as she fought to connect this with Solomon.