Was this it then? Were they really going to let her be killed by a mob of angry Anunnaki? Somehow the thought didn’t hurt nearly as bad as Zaid’s silence.
Kinza wept, not knowing what else to do. She had tried fighting back but it was useless. Nazim didn’t truly know her and had nothing to go on. The tingling on her neck and the heat in her abdomen had risen the more Zakariah—and Phil—had talked. She was pretty sure at some point she started to feel like she was standing outside her own body. How could this be real? It had to be a dream. In a matter of days she had been kidn*pped, found out she had magic powers and that her parents were murdered by assassins trying to kill her, and now she’s been found guilty of starting a war with a race of people she hadn’t even known existed.
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