Why Does Zane Wear A Mask Over His Mouth Novels & Stories

I watch how his molars grind against the other, I want to utter a word but I shut the fuck up. Zane walks to his closet and picks out a soft shirt and a boxer for me. "When we go to town for groceries, we will pick out some clothes for you," Zane says his eyes not meeting mine when he walks over to me. "Hands up!" he orders and I obey. Zane slides the shirt through my head, he wears me his boxers as well. He still doesn't comment on the stripe marks on my body. I know Zane is giving me time to stew on my thoughts, he will bring the topic back, and I sure wouldn't love how he will do it.

He has to wear a baseball cap to keep a low profile, though. "Thank you for taking me here. I've had cravings all day," my eyes go to the cart filled with sweet things, but there are also vegetables. It's the only snack Zane allows himself to eat. "Aw, no problem," Zane messes up my hair with his big hand. "I needed to get some dip and veggies myself." "It hardly counts as snacks, though." He grins and lifts his shirt to reveal his bronzed, beautiful abs. They stare me in the freaking face.

Go crazy. Zane stepped inside, his shoes silent against the floors. The hallway was lined with boring portraits and artwork. it was the perfect disguise and only the faint bass thumping underfoot betrayed what the house really was. He entered the dressing room and glanced toward the open closet. As his eyes fell open the black leather harness and matching pants, a smile twitched at the corner of his lips. Making quick work of undressing, he folded his clothes neatly on the edge of the bed and then changed into the black clothes. When he was done, Zane slid a wolf mask over his face and let out a slow exhale.

Expression pleasant. Shoulders loose. Eyes promising someone was going to leave here missing something important. To Heather’s right, half a step back and glued to her flank like a second shadow: Zane. He had shaved. He had combed his hair. He had clearly tried very hard to look “official.” His jaw was still tight with nerves, but his eyes were locked, scanning every movement, every shift, every twitch from Ironclaw. He’d been “new private border muscle” yesterday; he looked like a bodyguard today.

He had olive skin that seemed to glow under the chandelier light with very dark eyes that from a distance, looked black. Kaius who was also listening on their conversation turned around. He must have sensed me on the stairs because his head snapped up immediately. His eyes widened and his mouth parted slightly. “Tiana,” he breathed. The name carried up the stairs quickly. Zane turned. Slowly. His gaze found me and locked on me. And for one heartbeat—just one—a flicker, raw and unguarded ran across his face. Then his mask slammed back into place. But I’d seen it.

he said sheepishly. Zane was wearing a blue T-shirt which looked no worse for the wear because he had put it after the fight. He didn’t particularly look as if he had just come out of a battle. His habit of carrying an extra pair of shirt and shorts had helped him along with his natural grace. I, on the other hand, looked as if I had come out of a war zone. My T-shirt had suspicious stains and my jeans had burnt in some places, probably from when I was bound by the spell. My hair was flying wild in the wind and I realised that it must have come off my ponytail sometime during the fight. I must be a sight and could only wonder how he had kissed me.

I smiled faintly and relaxed. Until I saw a masked man glaring from across the hall. Leon. I knew that posture anywhere. My stomach twisted. I looked away, only to catch another glare from across the dance floor. Kael. My heart dropped. He was standing near the bar in a black mask. I looked away quickly, pretending not to see. A guard approached Zane and whispered something. He sighed and turned to me. “I’ll be right back, pretty. Don’t disappear.” “Fine,” I muttered.

His face not giving out a single emotion like usual. "It's time. We need to leave." "Like right now?" "Like right now." "Fuckkkk!" Zane grumbled as he ran a hand through his long hair. His brows paused into visible creases. "I'll be out in seconds, then." He said and turned back to me. I felt almost invisible until Zarek's gaze dragged back to me, as he nodded a committal hum to Zane. I wanted to force a smile, but knowing Zarek, he'd cringe at it, so I avoided his gaze and lowered mine.