Lucian was silent. His jaw was clenching tight when he looked at me. I slowly shook my head.
"We won't hurt anyone. Just give us the lad and we'll fly back to Syria right away."
I heard Rhan's soft sobs at my back. I close my eyes emphatically. I could feel his fear but I knew he didn't want to hurt anyone either. To feel torn is one of the most treacherous feelings.
"I-I don't want anyone to be hurt because of me... I-I can just go..." he said softly.
"No, Rhan. We will protect you," I said hoarsely.
I was afraid of what could happen. But how could I have a heart to let them take Rhan when I know there's nothing good waiting for him there?
"Let the child go, Elizabeth."
It was as if ice was pouring down on me at what I heard. I looked at Lucian. He was looking at me grimly. There was no trace of joking in the voice.
"Let the child go," he repeated.
"No..." I mouthed and shook my head.
