He chuckled. Me either.
Priestess Mita scowls at them. Though we’ve never allowed outsiders to stay here, we’ll make an exception for the prince’s companions.I step forward to defend my friends, but Pons answers. Your hospitality is appreciated.
The priestess snubs him with nary a glance. Kindred, your companions must remain out of sight from our temple wards. She means Pons and Indah. She cannot keep me locked down here. As should you, Your Majesty. You’ll find everything you need in your chamber. One of our sisters will bring your meals. When would you like the recipients of age shown to you?Shown? Ashwin questions.He hasn’t come for a Claiming, I snap. On the temple floor above us, girls of all ages, from infants to eighteen-year-olds, train to become whatever their benefactor claims them for. The girls of age are shown to the benefactor so he may select those he desires.
Priestess Mita’s confused gaze bounces to me. Then why have you come?The prince wanted to survey our temples, I say. I offered to accompany him.
But you didn’t bring our supplies.
No, I start hesitantly. We weren’t aware you’re expecting a delivery.Well aware of that. I saw him through the window. Hence the rocks.
I scan my brain, wondering how I can let him in. You can’t access the stairs without passing the living room. And even if he did manage, this Victorian is old and squeaky, and the fourth and fifth stair treads creak like a haunted house. It’s our alarm system.Um, yeah…I think the only way you’re getting in is if you climb the drainpipe up to my window.
Are you serious? You’re really making me Romeo and Juliet this? Can’t I come in the back door? He chortles. That’s what she said.Your maturity levels astound me. And no, you can’t. The living room looks onto the back door. Dad’ll see you.