“They will come for me.” Zya defied the previous statement, not caring what anybody thought of her opinion.
During the afternoon Zya drowsed, but never fell fully asleep. She was too worried about being vulnerable in the deep sleep to let it claim her, as it had already claimed Ju. He was surely waiting for her on the other side.
In what seemed but moments, Zya could hear her father, his voice full of concern.
“I would get to know you better, Darrow, but I would like to see my daughter.”
“That is to be expected, Tarim S'Vedai. Please, come this way.”
Then her father was there, kneeling down at her side. “Zya?”
“Father,” she whispered.
“What happened?”
“It is okay. It is part of my training.”
Tarim turned from his daughter for a moment. “I need to see Ju.”
“Come with me.” Yneris l
