Chapter Fifteen
Hours later, I found myself crouched in the shadows, waiting. Leaves from the bush that sheltered me reached past the hood of my cloak to brush my cheek. I subtly shifted my position to avoid cramping. The scent of sun-warmed greenery continued to fill my nostrils, even though night had fallen.
I should have known I would end up here. I had been foolish to think I could ignore Admon’s final wishes—explicit or implied.
After falling into slumber back in Admon’s study, I had dreamed of my mother. Like the nightmares of my childhood, I heard her begging for my help as she died.
I could not ignore her and Admon both.
Tahlia had understood, but she had not liked the idea of being left behind at the manse. I wasn’t eager to be separated from her either—not after we had only
