“I sealed the Sevens with my own magic and the blood of ancient kings.” The Voster’s voice was as lethal as the shards of ice forming on the ceiling. “Mind what you call an archaic myth.” Father bowed his head. It was the first time in my life I’d seen him bow to another. He didn’t even do that for his own Voster emissary. Granted, this priest was about to kill us all, so now was the time to show a little humility. “I’m sorry, High Priest,” Father murmured. High Priest? The High Priest? I was about done with surprises for today.
