I was assigned a stately room inside Celestine Spire, meant to accommodate me for the three days I'd be staying to attend the Sacred Purification Rite.
Two priestesses were dispatched to serve and "assist" me with the rituals. Whether they were truly helpers or discreet wardens, I wasn't sure.
But now, all those strange reactions from the people around Davina started to make sense. Drake had tried to stop me, saying she never liked this place. Dylan used a flimsy excuse to attend, only to shadow me.
Clearly, they all knew. They knew something rotten was festering behind Celestine's holy glow. Was this somehow tied to the reason Davina had once ordered this place to burn?
I was starting to doubt this had anything to do with seducing the High Priest.
Well, I'd already walked into enemy territory. All I could do now was keep playing my part for three more days—and dig deeper.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
