Chapter Thirty-Six
I closed my eyes and reached behind my head to massage the back of my neck as a gong rang out from the heart of the temple. Decrypting Admon’s journal without the use of a pen or parchment required a certain amount of mental gymnastics. The personal nature of the content didn’t make matters any easier.
On the one hand, I felt as if I were violating my foster-father’s privacy. On the other, I was hungry for any details I could learn about my mother. Seeing her through Admon’s eyes was bittersweet for me. It was a window into a past I could never share with either him or my mother. A lump of anger formed in the pit of my stomach as I thought of the person who was responsible and experienced Admon’s loss anew.
Tashidi.
Talib had said my quest for vengeance had almost ma
