Izel whimpered as the stranger's grip tightened on her hair, forcing her head back. "Such a beautiful gem Zayan Khan was hiding," he sneered, his voice dripping with malice. Izel's heart raced as she stared into his cold, gray eyes, barely visible behind the mask he wore. A thin scar ran across his eyebrow, adding to the menace in his gaze.

"Please, let me go!" Izel cried out, her voice breaking as she struggled against his hold. But he only yanked her hair harder, making her scream in pain.