Asena
“You should take a break, Asena,” Wissam says as he stands behind me.
“Time is ticking, Wissam.” I retort, stifling a yawn.
I stare at the open book on the desk in front of me. But I am too tired to make sense of the words.
“Asena.” Wissam insists, his tone stern. “Your brain needs to rest. You.”
“I need to crack this prophecy!” I snap at him. “Look around you. I’ve been going through pages and pages of ancient books and scrolls. I have Keith’s grandmother’s notes. I have the books that Aubrey managed to procure for me. I have my own translations that I already shared with Bella.
I have everything scattered in front of me and yet, I am nowhere closer to understanding this prophecy or how to make it happen!”
“What are you fighting about now?” Keith inquires, walking into the r
