“Could it be that instead of turning people toward God, you spent all your time with Zahariev Zareth?” I glanced at him but didn’t let his question stall me. He wasn’t smiling, but I got the sense he was proud of himself for catching me in what he thought was a lie. “Zahariev is a good friend,” I said. “Is that how you’re choosing to describe your relationship?” I paused as we came to the top of the steps and turned fully toward him. I wanted to push him down the stairs. I still might, depending on what he said next. “I don’t see how my relationship with Zahariev concerns you, Mr. Caiaphas,” I
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