Selma Payne's POV:
In short, after we calmed down, we were all a little embarrassed.
Aldrich did not dare to look at me, although he firmly held my hand. He stared intently at the murals on the temple as if he had suddenly developed a great interest in art. His face was as red as a tomato. I felt that I should break the silence in case he dug a hole and buried himself in it.
"So... you just said 'my believers'?"
Aldrich was finally willing to look at me, even though it was just a glance before he shyly looked away.
'Yes." He nodded. "Your believers, your kin, your servants, and your friends."
"Don't say that. It's really weird," I said with a wry smile. "But you already know that you've become my followers? I remember not having time to say anything before I fainted."
