Chapter Thirty-Two
I stared down at the fallen daggers in numb fascination as I sensed a presence arrive on the temple steps behind me in a waft of incense. I glanced to look as a strong hand gripped my shoulder with a comforting squeeze.
Talib.
Despite his rumpled appearance, he looked every inch the high priest he was as he stood beside me. His dark robes and salt-and-pepper hair seemed to stir in an unnatural breeze.
I turned my head back toward the crowd that stood below, within the bounds of the obelisks that marked the boundary of the temple grounds. I could not make out the faces of Tashidi’s men beneath their hoods, but the guards’ expressions were just as dumbfounded as I felt. Tashidi was the first to recover himself.
“Move aside, priest,” the elf commanded. He made the titl
