Decision to make

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.