Never Keep (Sins of the Zodiac #1)

CHAPTER TWENTY

A month at Never Keep was long enough for me to have learned most of the hidden ways between the sections of the sprawling fortress that I was allowed free access to. But it hadn’t done much in the way of allowing me into those I wasn’t.

The low chanting of the Reapers washed over me as I knelt, pious and observant at the Astral Sanctuary, worshiping from the front row of conscripts, the picture of the favoured top tier neophyte which I knew Dragor would expect from me.

This part of the ritualistic prayers to the stars always used to have me battling sleep, but in this place, it left me tense in the vulnerable position with so many of my enemies close at hand. My palms were flat against the cold stone, outstretched on either side of me, my forehead touching down on the ground too. It was the one place where I had taken to braiding my hair back, simply so I could see out the corners of my eyes in case any of the bastards skulking nearby thought to strike at me.