Zane’s POVNaya wouldn’t stop pacing.Back and forth.Back and forth.The soft rug in my study muffled her footsteps, but the frantic energy in the room was deafening.“How did he find me?” she muttered, hands tangled in her hair. “I’m doomed… he’ll take me back. They’ll punish me. I’m done for…”Nikolas sat across from me, stiff and silent.I pressed my fingers against my temple.“Naya… please stop pacing, you’re making me feel dizzy.”But she didn’t stop.She kept moving like a cornered animal, her breathing uneven.Louise’s claim wasn’t random hysteria.By the old slave laws… she technically still belonged to him.Unless her master formally set a slave free, they remained property.Property.The word made my wolf snarl.“Naya, stop fucking pacing!” I snapped. “I can’t think with you living past me like this..”She froze.Turned slowly.Anger flared in her eyes, she looked ready to lash out.But then she saw my face.The tension, calculation and rage barely leashed beneath my skin.
Last Updated : 2026-03-01 Read more