Chapter 20: Dagger

For what seemed like decades, I endured the grueling drudgery of having to sit through dinner, to sup with my begrudging father. Father, of course, dined separately with his Holy Sanhedrin again over tea, but I was never permitted to partake in such intimate meetings.

I tossed and turned in my sleep, fearing for much of the night that Daddy would drop in at any given moment to scold me, more than to ensure that I was safe. Truly, I surely dreaded ...