CHAPTER Seven
“I was a friend of your brother’s, before he...died. You can call me Friend, if you like.” He stumbled over the last part, as if he knew how foolish it sounded.
“Friend is a silly thing to call you. How about...Vazata?”
Growing up, Itana had loved the stories about the good guardian spirits, the Vazatas, and their battles against the evil spirits, the Avazatas. She had an evil enemy, and she needed someone willing to help her stop that enemy.
The man seemed to recognize the archaic word, which not everyone did. His brows drew together.
“That’s quite a name to give to someone you just met. I will do my best to live up to it.”
Vipin’s phone rang and rang. Marish’s heart raced faster every moment that it went unanswered.
Come on, my brother. Pick up the blasted phone, Mar
