Chapter 31 - One Who Must Not Be Named
Ismena staggered to her feet, knocking down the small bowl of coins that had been set away from her. She rushed to the door, her hand grabbing the doorknob.
"Not for you."
She stilled, her breath hot, her blood rushing wildly in her ears.
"Not yet."
The Confession Room suddenly felt too tight. As if a presence had settled there and it was now too hard to breathe. She looked around sharply across the space, blinking and trying to see as much as she could through the nettings of her black veil and despite how dimly lit the space was.
Too late?
Too late?!
What was that even supposed to mean?
Too late for her?
For what?!
It had been those words and the horrid feeling that had washed over her when they had been spoken, that had made her rush to her feet and race to the door.
It was those words again that had made her stop.
But was it wise to stay?
