Chapter 6“Wicked good, Zofia,” Stephen said. “I think you made quite an impression on them.”
“What was that all about?” Zofia asked, fists jammed on her hips as she glared at Stephen.
“You just made it past your biggest test yet,” he said, turning away from her. “The Four put their stamp of approval on you, and voting will commence very soon, in fact.” He moved toward the curtain, the same way they had come through.
“Voting?” she brayed, following him through, having to catch the curtain before it fell back after him. He was all blue robes and gold hair, swishing swiftly away from her, through that grim room with his father's head. “Voting for what?”
“The next inductee!” he said, speaking quite excitedly. “The feast will be held at the twelfth hour, and the inductee will be announced b
