Chapter Eighteen
Talon
Talon sat on the edge of the trunk at the foot of his bed, head in his hands, his wings still out. He didn’t know if he should believe a single word she’d said. He raised his head to meet her gaze. She sat cross-legged on his bed watching him. “The Supreme One? The Holy Father?”
Brianne nodded.
“You lie.”
“I swear by the Lord and Lady your Supreme One is the same as ours.”
“Impossible.”
“I don’t know what’s going on, but something obviously is. And he’s the only one who’s trusted by both your father and my uncle. Actually, he’s trusted by all our people. Yours and mine.”
It couldn’t be possible. He was the Supreme One, upholder of the Sacred Law, adviser to the War Leader and Political Leader. He knew everything about his people. Every single question he aske
