FIONA
The Bishop’s gaze turned colder and sharper and I could feel that he was no longer looking at me as a curiosity, or a potential ally, but as a problem.
The Bishop turned his head and looked out to the fountain.
“One must be careful,” he said softly, his eyes on the goddess, “when standing against structures far larger than oneself.”
It was a warning and it set my teeth on edge.
“I’m not standing against anything,” I replied evenly. “I’m simply choosing my path and it is a shame that it differs from yours.”
“Fiona,” he murmured, drawing out my name like he was speaking to a child. “You have been at the palace long enough to know by now that paths not aligned with mine can be very quickly…cut off. I would hate for unfortunate circumstances to arise.”
Okay Fiona, play it cool.
