" I'm taking this as well!" Jamil stated as he handed the dagger to the lad.
" Is that all?" Aser seemed impatient to get away with whatever he could while he had the chance.
" Fatima?" Jamil looked back at the woman who stared down at the mirror, as if she was seeing the like of it for the first time. Zarqa held her breath at that. Was she seeing her father?
" Fatima?" The woman snapped and held the mirror closer to her chest, as if to prevent anyone from taking it away.
" I will take the mirror."
Jamil didn't question her decision. He simply nodded before beckoning at the thugs to get the other things away, when suddenly a loud cry was heard.
