Maeve
I shifted uncomfortably in my seat on one of the long, marble pews in the temple of the Moon Goddess in Mirage, staring over my shoulder at the small crowd of onlookers who had gathered to witness Tempest, the new High Priestess, be ordained as the leader of the Church.
I’d only ever been to the small services held at the temple in Winter Forest, and those were few and far between, as I could rarely be bothered to sit still long enough to pay attention without fidgeting like mad.
Today was no different.
Troy had returned from Winter Forest the day before, and we were officially counting down the days until we boarded the Persephone once again to head to Avondale, which would happen within the next week.
Neither of us had wanted to go to the ceremony to see Tempest, who we ha
