Nicole looked toward the corridor through which they had entered. "Kanza knew we would hear him."
"Or he knew someone would use his voice to lure you here."
She shook her head. "But why would he warn me not to trust it if he knew I might come looking for him?"
Jasper placed the note carefully on the table. "Because he may not be the one speaking."
A sound came from the far side of the chamber.
Both of them turned.A figure stood in the shadows beyond the last pillar.Nicole's heart leapt.
"Kanza?"
The figure stepped forward.
It was him.
His clothing was torn, his hair disheveled, and exhaustion had hollowed the features of his face. Dark markings stretched along his neck and disappeared beneath the collar of his shirt. His skin was pale, and he looked as though he hadn't slept in days.
"Kanza!"
Nicole rushed toward him.
He immediately raised his hand.
"Stop."
She froze.
"Kanza?"
