Chapter Thirteen
Despite my earlier weariness and frustration, I felt suddenly alert. Tahlia, on the other hand, could barely keep her eyes open. I overrode her protests and insisted she get some sleep. My actions were not entirely selfless. Once it was decrypted, Admon’s journal would likely reveal my mother’s killer, among other things. Unraveling my foster-father’s script was something I wanted to do in private.
As soon as Tahlia had settled herself in my own chambers and closed her eyes, I returned to my seating cushion in front of Admon’s desk. I placed both his journal and The Book of Time in front of me. The household was eerily quiet, but I could hear the rousing sounds of the city from beyond the study window. The charcoal-dyed curtains stirred in the early morning breeze, carry
