Chapter Eighty Two

Zirah's POV

Noah squeezed my hand to remind me that he was here for me, but all I could think about was the guy that was going to show up in less than two minutes to confirm my suspicions.

After what Noah told me, I've been driving myself crazy trying to put a face to facts but the dots weren't just connecting.

His phone beeps and Noah signals to me that the guy we're waiting for will soon be here.

A second later, the other door opens and a thin-looking guy with dirty hair was roughly placed in a chair, they tugged off the blindfold as they felt.

The guy's face widened in terror when he saw where he was and immediately started to struggle.

"Who are you? Why am I here, what do you want?" The guy shouts into the empty room, looking directly into the camera.

Gutsy but bold.

Noah wait several more minutes after his outburst making him sweat a bit before he calmly walks into the room, shutting the door with a gentle click behind him.

He calmly stares at the man while he unbuttons the cuff