The faint sound of whispering woke Kinza from a deep sleep.
She shot up from her bedroll thinking someone was in the room, but upon blinking away the bleariness, saw it was empty, only a sliver of light coming in from under the door. The whispers were just the telepathic speech from the Apostles going about their work, scurrying up and down the halls just outside her door. She sighed and flopped back down in a heap of blankets, curls falling across her face.
There were no clocks or windows in the underground room so there was no way to tell what time it was, but based on how rested she felt and the time she had gone to bed, it must’ve at least been late morning. Thoughts from her argument with Zaid came tumbling back. She felt a little guilty for slamming the door in his face, but she co
