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"Where is my son?" He asked, clenching and unclenching his hand. He was visibly shaking from anger, or was it anxiety?

Zynah turned back around, her eyes failing to hide the fear in them, and the stutter making it even more pronounced. "What did you just...say?"

"He is my son, right?" He questioned. His gaze didn't waver from hers even for a split second. "Bring him to me."

Unsure of what to tell him, Zynah swallowed a ball of nerves that sudden got stuck in her throat. "You can leave now. Like I said, I'm done talking to you!" She had started walking away again, when she felt Bilal's hand around her arm. The feel of his hand on her skin felt like being electrocuted.

Gritting her teeth, she yanked her hand back. "I have warned you not to touch me. Do it again and see what happens."

"But we weren't done talking," he rasped in the authoritative voice Zynah had gotten accustomed to. "You can't just walk away in the middle of that important conversation. I need answers! I w