Come, the voice came. Zaid stepped inside and looked around the familiar room. It was almost spartan with a single desk, chair, and bookshelf. No mementos or weapons or even a rug. On the bookshelf were stacks of papers and record books of venari, their abilities, and their assignments. Zaid knew that one of the thickest books there was his, having done more assignments than any other venari his age. But none of that would matter now.
Come, Savar sat at the desk scribbling in another record book.
Savar, I wanted to speak with you. I needed to tell you something before—
Savar, I wanted to speak with you. I needed to tell you something before—If this is about your upcoming excursion to the United States, then there is no need, Savar said without looking up.
If this is about your upcoming
