“Kemet is falling,” she simply said. And all the guilt she had carried for so long returned, burdening her heart. Zaya felt like someone had reached a hand within her chest and squeezed. The guilt was heavier than before. It smothered everything else within her. Her heart hammered painfully in her chest. Taking a deep breath, Zaya fought to bring her emotions under control.
She had to find him. Her brother was the only one who could take all of this away.
Finishing her bath, Zaya thought of ways she could get away from Dage. She had to go. Nothing should come between her need to find her brother.
What? She paused. She shook her head. She tried to examine her feelings. What about Dage? No. Kemet comes first.
Zaya emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a gown she had found hooked on
