"Welcome back, Your Highness."
Jasper smiled as he greeted me, his voice soft, as if he were a newborn child who had never learned how terrifying the world could be.
Immediately, my instincts kicked in. Every nerve in my body flared up in warning. This man was not what he appeared to be.
"High Priest." I replied with careful formality, even as every hair on my arms stood on end.
A nearby cleric gestured for me to kneel on the cushion placed before the altar. I followed the instruction without much thought, lifting the hem of my dress and lowering myself with all the grace expected of a royal lady.
Then Jasper's voice dropped like a stone from above, forcing my gaze upward. I hated the position — kneeling at someone's feet, looking up with reverence. It grated against every bone in my spine.
"Have you reconsidered my offer?"
What offer?
Had Davina made some kind of secret deal with him?
