“Am I allowed to ask why we’re not welcome at the temple?” I raise my chin as I glare at Faiza.
Slowly Faiza smiles and then shakes her head.
“But,” I hesitate, glancing over at Anton, who stares at Faiza quite seriously. “How will we –“
Faiza sighs and holds out her hand, palm flat to the ceiling. A very small bag appears there. “Life said that if you were to push on the subject I should give you this.” She tosses the bag to the bed in front of me. “Everything in there is what you need to do the divinations yourself. Just…don’t go to the Temple, okay?”
I stare at the bag and then up at Faiza, confused. Because…it’s clearly not that she doesn’t want me to not know where Blythe is. She just really, really doesn’t want me at the Temple. But what the hell is at this Temple that the Goddes
