His heart broke for the kid and the many others who had lost loved ones #amwriting
Hello, Friday! Strap in for the next instalment of His Captive Princess. Read CHAPTER ONE CHAPTER TWO Part One One year ago “Not again.” Zain Bassong strode along the dusty unpaved road, his limbs heavy and muscles stiff as he surveyed the devastation. Armed guards—Zain’s men—scouted along the edge of the road, checking the houses for survivors. Most of them lay empty, the occupants had fled. He hoped most had escaped the massacre. The blood of those who hadn’t stained the sc