Chapter Thirty-Three
My reunion with Tahlia was an emotional one. In truth, I am not certain whether either of us had expected to see the other again. After an initial, fierce embrace inside the temple entrance, we both pulled awkwardly apart. Several hours later, I still secretly treasured the memory of the feel of my arms around her as I inhaled her floral scent. Talib had watched the exchange with a faint smile on his lips, but otherwise made no comment.
Even though I did not truly trust the respite we seemed to have found, a wave of relief took hold of me once I fully realized both Tahlia and I were safe—for the moment, at least. Despite my anxiety over whether the guards or Tashidi would return, and my excitement to finally have the opportunity to unravel the other three of Admon’s
