"Tazanna, where do you think you're going? Hey! Listen to me! Tazanna!" Zebin pulled on my arm. His hold was firm, letting it be known that he was not happy about my decision to face this man all by myself, as that is what I think he wants. "You're not going anywhere, do you hear me? Stay where I can see you. I'd even consider putting handcuffs on you and me if you still insist on leaving."
My knees were wobbling, and Zebin helped me sit down. I felt his big hand on my back, gently tapping on it and shushing me. My hands slapped my face, and I released a deep breath. Another flood of tears came rolling down my cheeks, and the pain in my throat for not letting them out became unbearable.
"I've got someone in my mind, Tazanna." I stopped and looked at the blond man sitting beside me. His hand rested on top of my head as he smiled. "But I still need some proof, so could you wait until I've got everything figured out?"
