PART TWO: CHAPTER FORTY NINE

Zara didn’t want to believe the guard’s response. She didn’t want the words she heard to be true, but as one of the men that were standing at attention moved closer to the heap in focus and opened the straw mat, a quivering breath escaped her lungs.

Zaramanni began to feel constrictions in her throat and her heart bled with more sorrow. Her skin started feeling itchy and for a second, it looked as though she was about to approach the edge of insanity.

As she desperately circled the skin of her neck with her shaky hands, she attempted scratching her arms to get rid of the crawling feeling on her skin, but her gown was a great hurdle.

But it didn’t remain a hurdle for too long.

The arms easily came off as she yanked at them, ripping sounds filled the tense atmosphere. With a grunt, she tossed the mutilated materials aside and began to scratch her itchy skin, her head periodically tilting to the side as her reddening eyes stayed glued on Isaac’s purplish face.

But nothing she did to