Zaira’s POV
‘Why are they looking at me like that?’ I wondered as I noticed the strange glint in my mates’ eyes. I expected them to be angry at me for shouting, I was already ready to give them a piece of my mind, yet, all they did was look at me with a…. possessive gaze?
Was that what it was?
I glanced at them skeptically.
It didn’t matter. All that mattered now was that I met my mother. I had only heard them talking about hiding it from me, not where she was. I needed to see her.
“I’m going to see my Mom. Where is she?!” I screamed. Not knowing if they would continue to stay quiet or not, I grabbed onto the one person I thought would answer me if I pressed for it.
I grabbed Zade’s arm. He looked into my eyes as I glared at him.
“Where. Is. She.” I gritted out. Zade seemed to have
