Zane pov.
It’s been three days since I caught him.
Three days, and the bastard still hasn’t said a word.
At first, I thought he was mute. But he isn’t.
Every time the guards replace the silver thread around his body, he screams. Loud enough to shake the whole dungeon. Then goes back to being silent again, as if nothing happened.
No matter how much I torture him, he only grunts. Never speaks. Never begs. Just stares at me with those dead eyes.
Jessica still doesn’t want him near Paige. She thinks they might have some sort of secret way of communicating. I agree. So I’ve kept them apart, far from each other.
When I entered the dungeon that morning, the guards straightened immediately. The air reeked of blood and burnt flesh, sharp enough to make anyone choke. But I was used to it.
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