Chapter Twenty-Six
I slowly rose to my feet. There was no point in hiding. The hood of my cloak had fallen around my shoulders when I had looked up. (Why would it never stay put?) I eyed the high priest warily, keeping the desk between us. Even if he were not involved in my mother’s murder, he had just caught me breaking into his office. I mentally cursed my ill luck.
Even though I had not seen him in years, Talib was just as I remembered him. His disheveled salt-and-pepper hair brushed the shoulders of his rumpled black linen robes while his penetrating blue gaze held my own. The only difference was that I had grown tall enough to meet him eye to eye.
Few people would have ever guessed he was a high priest. But there was something about him—an air of power and authority that belied his
