Chapter 69

• ZANE
• As I continued to stare her down, the air tense with the weight of my silence and the looming threat of it, the air slowly began to fill with the other slaves’ fear and anxiety, but I really didn't care about that. They whimpered in submission, all of it only barely registering as my attention was all on Eleanor.
• Even when Mark stepped forward with a greeting, a clear attempt at easing the tension, I remained impassive.