Chapter Twenty-Nine
I shook my head in disbelief. No. None of this could be happening. For years, Tashidi had been my mentor and friend. He had been devoted to Admon. This must be some kind of horrible dream.
But the sight of the blade hovering at Tahlia’s throat and the solid feel of my mother’s dagger in my clenched fist were all too real—not to mention the unpleasant smells of the side street.
Tashidi gave a rueful shake of his head. “You made the same mistake as Admon. You put your trust in someone else and allowed them to get close. I never would have harmed your mother, if not for Admon. And I wouldn’t have even known about your pretty, little friend, if not for you.”
I took a step toward him, but the elf gave me a warning look. Tahlia’s eyes widened in alarm, freezing me in plac
