CRY OR BETTER YET, BEG
Zayne’s stare sharpened, but he said nothing.
“She keeps referring to someone named Titan. She—”
Zayne’s low laugh cut him off. It wasn’t amusement—more like sarcasm.
“Titan?” He stepped closer, his voice tightening. “Is this supposed to be funny?”
“N–no, sir,” the doctor stammered. “It’s just—she seems to associate that name with comfort. Do you know who this Titan might be?”
Zayne’s hand shot out, gripping the man’s collar.
“You’re asking me if I know who some bastard is?”