“I don’t understand,” Javaid said. “Why has this book upset you? What language is this? I can’t even read it.”
She turned to face him, shocked, “You can’t read it?”
“No,” he said then looked at her. “Can you?”
“I can,” she said, almost fearfully. “The book is called The Armor of Dusan.”
“Who is Dusan?” Javaid looked at the book again.
“He is…” For the first time, Zanna could feel tears fall from her eyes.
Javaid finally got down on his knees in front of her and touched her face. He pulled her close to him, comforting her. What he didn’t know was that there was nothing at that moment that could take away the pain and betrayal she felt.
“Zanna, please don’t cry,” he said, releasing her and wiping away her tears. “Tell me what is the matter.”
“I have been lied to, Javaid,” she told hi
