“Should we tell Bailey?” Ninive asked.
“Until I’ve unlocked all the scrolls, I do not think it wise,” Derya said thoughtfully, not liking the idea of keeping secrets Bailey and Argana. Yet, could she afford to anger the Creator with what was at stake? Because these scrolls were prophecies written by a true devout prophet.
“Call Bailey first, and I will read my scroll afterward and Argana’s last. If she asks, tell her the prophet marked the scrolls in order,” she said, and Ninive obeyed wordlessly, a worried little frown tugging at her brow.
Bailey arrived, looking tense, and with a sense of trepidation, Derya unwound the leather laces.
“You two do not look as if what you read proved good news,” Bailey said.
“This is more complicated than we assumed, a blank page greeted her.