Urisha started to walk carefully toward the front door, her steps cautious.
“Who is Zachary?” I asked, rocking my brain, trying hard to remember if I had met a Zachary before.
“He is someone who wants to meet you personally, Tana,” she said, stopping a few feet from me. “I’m here to just pass along his message to you.”
I waited, looking at her expectantly.
Urisha cleared out her throat. “I might have the answer you seek, as your fate lies on our hands. If you wish to know them, be at the rooftop café. P.S. You can bring a butterfly.”
I raised an eyebrow, starting to think it was a joke. “It doesn’t make sense.”
“I’m just passing the message.” She then stepped back and hurried across the street, walking faster and disappeared in the darkness.
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Arawn Rhys pulled up in the corner
