He stood and pulled out a long obsidian dagger, similar to the ones Zaid had.
“What the hell do you want?” Kinza snarled at him. “Why are you following me?”
The wicked point of the dagger glinted in the light as he went back and paced along the water’s edge. “This is what we are going to do, my little Kinza. I need to ask you a few very specific questions, and I’m going to need you to answer them honestly. That’s okay, isn’t it?” he asked the last part mockingly.
When she didn’t say anything, Jafar’s eyes flicked to Yusuf behind her. Kinza grunted and a boot connected with her rib cage not once but three times. It shocked the breath out of her, and she gasped for air into the ground. “Good,” Jafar said.
Kinza… she heard Zaid’s voice again. Looking over, she saw his eyes were cracked op
