Plus those of the herbalist, the poisoner, the surgeon, the healer, the torturer, the spy, the courtesan, the linguist, the scribe, and the cryptologi...t, and a few others, which each messenger chooses for herself, according to her talents and her likings. And, of course, the skills of the diplomat, and those of the military commander, though this, the most deadly of her skills, is the one that she hopes never to have to use. A messenger cannot walk through a closed door, but she can pick almost. “Your thoughts?”“Look at his clothes, sir,” Korza said. “He’s filthy. His fatigues are in tatters, he’s unshaven, his hair is matted. He looks like he’s been tortured to me, held captive. Kazka, how long ago did you say they took him?”“I didn’t, but it was days ago.”“What if they broke him, and he’s acting on their orders? He might just be trying to get us to open the door and come out of the tower.”“There’s no way,” Kaz replied, shaking her head. “He’d die first. I know him as well as my own. I planned on spending the entire time in my room on my computer. School had just let out for the summer, but I had not managed to make any friends while I was actually in school. So, no parties, and no escaping to someone’s house for the week. I stood on the front porch with Ugo, waving as I watched my moms Salon car disappear down the road. I leaned against the column and let out a sigh. I turned to Ugo and said “I’m gonna take a shower.” He pretty much ignored me, so I headed inside and up. , last year. Sivani’s father divorced her mother when she was 12 and her mother brought her up since that time.We were friends since we were 18 as we joined in the same college and she was my classmate. She is a good friend of mine but her beauty always made me think of her the other way. So, let’s get into the story now.Sivani and I were friends from a year and we were very close to each other but I always wanted more of her than a friend. So I tried moving our relationship that way and as a.