"You're going to have to be more specific than that, Zari," Zayn said, not caring that the woman was his mother, and he wasn't going to let everything slide and run into her arms just because she was his mother.
The amount of torture Zayn had gone through because of Zarinah wasn't something he would forget easily. The woman had broken him, over and over and over, without any mercy, all because she wanted them to be strong.
She could have used a million other techniques to train her son, but she just had to make him a vampire and ruin his life, snatch him away from his brother and make everyone hate him.
Zayn wasn't about to forget the countless nights he wished he had never been born. The nights he cried himself to sleep only to wake up and be a tyrant to the people of vaziria, a species he was forced into becoming.
