Chapter Fourteen
The beating of my heart was the only sound I could focus on. If I was caught, then a whipping would be the least of my problems, especially with the hieroglyphic covered parchment that was hidden down the front of my dress. If I had it in my hand, then there was a chance I could have played it off as nothing more than an order from Seth himself, but I wasn't sure what the words on the page meant. Actually, that was inaccurate. I could understand most of the words. I just wasn't able to piece together what they meant together.
Which was how I knew it was important. Abu needed to see it. After finding the parchment on Seth's desk while I'd been tidying, I'd made a hasty copy of it. Yet another reason being caught would end badly. But I'd had no choice. If the parchment had
