Abducted and found...
"Let her be," Nyla's voice resonated with a thunderous intensity that stilled the guard's spine as they released Shyva, who retched on the ground from the guard's jostling. Shyva swallowed, frozen on her fours. Is that my mother? Her insides swelled like a whirlpool of emotions. And hate wasn't one of them. Her eyes widened at an unknown feeling she couldn't battle, which caused her to be transfixed at that spot. So Nyla lowered herself to the ground on one knee and hesitantly stretched her hand to touch Shyva, who jolted at the slightest touch. Nyla gulped down her disappointment. She was a turmoil of affection. Her eyes milked tears, but they wouldn't dare tumble down. Not in the presence of her dozen guards who ensembled behind her in three rows.
"It's fine. I'm here for you."
