MINE TO OWN
He ate in silence.
He was yet to realise that the privileges he enjoyed only remain because of sheer amusement, and they could be taken away with the flick of a wrist, the snap of fingers.
Later that day, Joana was in the garden, kneeling in the dirt with her skirts bunched around her thighs. Her hands were covered in soil, an ivy tangled around her wrist.
"You really don’t know what you’re doing to him, do you?" she asked without looking up.
Zane crouched beside her, his fingers brushing a white lily. "If I did, would it make a difference?"
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