I turned to the powerful being cloaked in a child's body, remembering why I had always hated clowns. I stood over his prone body with my fists balled and ready to beat the shit out of something that looked like a seven-year-old kid. "What did you do to my baby?"

I only meant to share information with him...Is he hurt?

Bassma sounded as if he wanted to cry.

"What in the hell did you show him?" I shouted. "He's just seven years old!"

"My life," Bassma said ...