The tension in the air became so thick one could cut it with a knife. Everyone went silent even those who had no clues about what they were talking about just stared at her as if by doing so, the answers that were missing would reveal themselves.
Hazel felt like the ground beneath her had become a wormhole wanting to swallow her and she wished it was so. That way, she wouldn't have to face all of their stares. She felt a gentle squeeze of her hand and looked at him. His gaze was gentle and promising. She looked away and took a deep breath before looking back at him. She gave him a half nod.
"Yes," Arzaan replied, making sure that everyone heard him.
His direct reply shocked Franor and a few others who thought he would lie about it or twist the answer in some complicated way. "She is also a descendant of Zesiro Hamadi." He wouldn't lie to them and he wanted to know now so they could get used to the fact that they were who she was and they couldn't change it.
