Zane From H2o 소설 & 이야기

“There won’t be any truly exceptional men who sincerely like me anyway.” “Who says there aren’t? The most outstanding, rarest man in the world is waiting for you right now.” “Where?” “Right here at our Hightide Group—” Zane slammed on the brakes. His gaze shifted slightly, his voice losing its earlier excitement. He picked up a piece of pork and put it into his mouth, covering up the panic from his slip of the tongue. “I mean Dr. Wright from Hightide. He’s handsome and gentle, an absolute gem among gems.”

“Did Rey contact you?” “Not yet, I will inform you once he did don’t worry” Zane nodded to that. After meeting Zane he decided to have look at his future wife. He even have no idea why he was craving to see her. He went to her work space but her cabin was empty. He decided to wait for her. Suddenly he had an urge to pee, so he thought to use her private bathroom inside her cabin. When he was done and about to open the door he heard two voices one is Selene and not sure about other one. He slightly opened the door and peeked out.

Chapter Ten Aria Zane leaned against the bathroom door with an easy smirk etched on his lips. His annoyingly striking facial features stared at me mockingly. His mop of long, wet black hair fell over his brooding, viridian eyes that bored holes into my body and dripped water down the center of his chest onto the fold of the towel that was hung dangerously low on his hips-almost showing his massive cock that twiched against the fabric of the towel anytime he moved.

Zane parroted as his boyish grin returned full force on learning JT was Maggie’s brother. “Uh, sorry! You had me in the air so fast I didn’t get to introduce you,” Dani said, smiling, and giving JT a small punch in the arm. “Zane is a neurologist from my hospital in Dallas. I asked him to come check out Aunt Lu and make sure she was really ready to transition home.”

Rhea called out, her voice echoing off the obsidian bark of the tree. A low groan came from a pile of fungal moss near the base of the roots. Zane was dragging himself toward them, his face pale and his silver-blue eyes wide with a bewildered, child-like terror. He was clutching his chest, his fingers digging into his furs as if he were trying to find something he had lost. "It's gone, Ash," Zane wheezed, looking up at his brother. "The howl... the silver... I can't find it. I’m empty."

Zane moved through the system the way he moved through a defensive line, reading the gaps before they opened, committing to the decision a half second before anyone else saw it. Fifteen seconds. "There," Zane said. His fingers hit three commands in fast sequence. The countdown stopped at two seconds. The number sat on the screen, frozen, while Zane exhaled through his nose and rolled his neck once. Then the first deep explosion hit from below. Not the terminal. The rig itself. A concussive boom from somewhere beneath the waterline that rolled through the metal floor and into the soles of my feet like a physical warning. "It already started," Sloane said.

Zane is right there. He’s leaning against my vanity, surrounded by my perfumes and jewelry, just watching me. He isn't looking away. He isn’t acting embarrassed or even moving an inch. I’m standing here completely naked, dripping water onto the cream-colored rug, and he’s just staring. His eyes are dark and heavy, moving over my body so slowly it feels like he’s actually touching me.

This was an awakening. Shane stood a few paces behind me, silent, steady. I hadn’t looked back at him yet, but I could feel his eyes on me like a heartbeat. They made it easier to breathe. Barely. Jasper and Kade moved in unison, setting down small iron bowls at each cardinal point around the circle. Each bowl held something different—ash, salt, moonstone shards, and water from a hidden spring Shane had fetched earlier that day. Jasper said these were elements of grounding. Kade just called them “anchors.”

My mind is still on what Mrs Crook said. “Come over here baby. Let me take care of you.” Zaine steps under the water and waits for me to make my move. A nervousness tugs on our bond, but it doesn’t come from me. It is him. He is nervous, like before, at the cabin. What could he possibly have to be worried about?