Chapter Thirty
I nearly took a step backward when I saw the fury in Tahlia’s eyes. Her jaw was clenched, and she stood rigid beneath the arm Tashidi had draped around her neck with his dagger. Her lips were moving. They formed silent words I could not read. I frowned. Was she trying to tell me something?
The hairs on the back of my neck began to rise.
“What is it?” Tashidi demanded as he tried to read my expression. He twisted his head around Tahlia’s shoulder to peer at her face. “What is she saying?”
A fey light glimmered in Tahlia’s eyes. A sudden breeze swirled into the side street, bringing the scent of incense and sending pieces of discarded trash skittering against the cobblestones.
I squared my shoulders and gripped my mother’s dagger. I would have to be ready.
“What is going
