Zain didn't even hesitate.
The words left his mouth like a promise carved in stone, not something said in anger.
"And that I will do if anybody even thinks of it."
Something inside me snapped.
Not loudly. Not dramatically. Just… cleanly.
Like a thread pulled too tight, finally giving way.
I shoved against his chest harder this time, "Then stop," I said, my voice shaking but sharp. "Just stop talking like that."
His stride faltered. Only for a second. But I felt it.
"You think that fixes anything?" I continued, breath coming faster now, my fingers still clenched in his shirt. "You think burning everything down makes me safer? It doesn't, Zain. It just leaves me with nothing."
His jaw tightened, but he didn't interrupt.
So I kept going.
"Do you even hear yourself?" I whispered. "You're talking about killing my father… my sisters… my entire world like it's nothing."
