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thought we were going to Renato’s house.” He turned to face Arwan. “I have to see Zanya. Tonight.”
    Arwan tightened his grip on the wheel. “Sorry. There must have been la falta de comunicación. ”
    “I speak English.”
    “ Sí. Inglés.”
    “No,” the seeker said, louder now. “E.N.G.L.I.S.H.”
    What he wouldn’t give to punch this ass in the throat. “Get out, seeker.”
    “I’m not going anywhere until I see Zanya.”
    Arwan tilted his head and cracked his neck in an effort to release some tension. There was obviously no way to get rid of this idiot without someone getting hurt. He wouldn’t bring him to the guardian. Not until he spoke with Renato—until he saw the guardian himself. It was all still so unreal. They’d finally found her, and there was finally hope to put this battle to an end. “She isn’t here yet. When she is, we’ll send for you. Now get out.”
    The seeker huffed and kicked open the door. “Fine. But—” Arwan reached in the back seat, grabbed the seeker’s duffle bag, and threw it at him. It slammed into his chest. He stumbled back, clenching the bag in his arms. “Hey, asshole. What the—”
    Arwan stomped on the gas, peeling away from the curb. The door slammed shut as he shifted gears.
    He watched the seeker in his rearview mirror for a moment, then grabbed his cell phone from the cup holder and dialed Renato’s number.
    It rang only a few times before he picked up. “It’s good to hear from you.”
    “I picked up the seeker.”
    “Good. Will you be home tonight?”
    “Tomorrow, most likely.” He paused, pressing the phone tighter to his ear. “I left the seeker in Toledo City.”
    “You left him?”
    “Who is he? Can we trust him?”
    “Arwan, he has done everything we have asked, and more. He is the sole reason we found the guardian.”
    “Zanya.”
    Renato paused. “Yes. That is her name.”
    “Why didn’t you tell me?”
    “Her name?”
    “Anything.” Arwan’s tone was sharp. “You didn’t give me any word that she’d arrived. No information about the seeker, that he knew her already. You didn’t even tell me her name.”
    Renato exhaled into the phone. “I wanted to give you time.”
    “I’ve had enough time.” He turned onto an isolated road, leading into the jungle. “I thought you of all people would not just want to wait around—”
    “Let’s take this one step at a time. Allow the guardian to find her bearings. She will be frightened when she awakens. She’ll have questions that need to be answered. She needs guidance, not pressure.”
    “Marzena hasn’t woken her up yet?”
    “We thought it best to allow her to sleep through the night. Tomorrow will be a grueling day, and I hope you have the patience and maturity to stay calm while we work out the details.”
    Patience was one of his mentor’s best, and worst qualities. “We don’t have time to waste. We have to find Sarian.”
    “Our first priority, young man, is to find the stone. If that leads to Sarian, so be it. Either way, we must not push her. The guardian must fulfill her roll on her own terms. In her own time. Until then, you will have to put aside your personal vendetta. That, or do not come home.”

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
    Chapter Three
     
     
    Zanya
     
    Zanya rolled over in bed and pulled the plush feather comforter over her shoulders. The luxurious, satin sheets brushed against her skin.
    But the sheets at her orphanage were over-starched and stiff.
    Her eyes flew open and she sprang off the pillow-top mattress, landing on the wooden floors of a large bedroom with muted, canary-yellow wallpaper and powder blue accents. It was beautiful. Too beautiful. The perfect stage for yet another death.
    She could either sit and cower, or fight. As many times as she’d been through this in her dreams, she always chose the latter.
    There had to be something she could use to wake herself. She scanned the room and viewed a shiny object sitting on an antique