Zaid stood in front of Kinza’s door for a solid five minutes, trying to cool down.
A few hours ago he had heard her leave her room and had assumed she went to talk with the Apostles again. After thirty minutes she hadn’t come back so he went looking for her. It didn’t take him long to wander through the network of hallways asking people if they had seen her until one man had said he saw someone with her description head outside. Zaid decided not to follow her. He didn’t know where he stood with her anymore. At first he had been her captor, and then he might have considered himself her friend, but now... now he didn’t know what to think.
Her footsteps shuffled down the hall a few hours later and he had shot out of bed, ignoring his relief that she wasn’t dead in favor of his anger. She wa
