A Game That Destroys ✓

16- The Heir's Past (2)

Author's Note: ^ Picture of the amazing Brazilian actor Bernardo Velasco as a younger version of Za'yaal's father, Zuleym, the Lead of Dragos.

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Jazakallah/Jazakillah for reading, voting and commenting. This story is not just a pointless romance. It contains action, tragedy, mystery, hurt/comfort, healing, etc. WiseLemon, over and out!

Chapter 16- The Heir's Past (2)

When Mayyda woke, she was in a room made of gray stone. She slept on a few flat cardboard boxes and both her back and feet ached. Groggily, she pushed herself up. Za'yaal scurried to help her, supporting her back and shoulder. She gave him a small smile and he returned it softly. He had a cut on his lip and a large bruise on his forehead.

"Where are we?" Mayyda asked, looking around the dreary room.

"I don't know," he answered distressfully. He worried his lip while trying to keep the tears at bay. "I was helping Uncle Adam into the car and . . . Mama, I want Dad."

She wrapped her arms around him and gently rocked him like she used to when he was a small child. "Don't worry, baby. Dad's going to be here soon."

Za'yaal felt his heartbeat accelerate. "What if he doesn't know where we are?"

"He will," she told him firmly. "Your father won't give up so easily."

Za'yaal laid his head against her shoulder and closed his eyes. He couldn't get rid of the image of his uncles lying on the floor, near bleeding to death. And the man in black- he felt accomplished for having killed that monster. "I'm hungry, Mama."

She didn't have her large purse with her, the one in which she stuffed all the snacks since she knew her son ate more than an army. "I'm sorry, love. We're going to have to wait."