*Zara*
There were so many emotions swirling within me when my parents walked into the room. The first and foremost was relief and happiness.
It was beginning to feel like I was never going to see them again, especially during the couple of times I had been held hostage. Immediately following the elation was the wrenching concern and guilt as I watched their faces constrict with pain and worry for my wellbeing.
“Zara, we're taking you home," my father said, but not at all like he wasn't giving me a choice. He and my mother were both completely convinced that this was what I would want.
Wasn't it?
I glanced at Noah again and then tried to avert my eyes just as quickly, but those piercing blue eyes gripped me like a vice. He was watching me with a look similar to the one my father wor
