AUTHOR’S POV
Zale’s eyes remained wide with shock as he tried to comprehend what had just happened. But Keir, his hands still tingling from the shattered collar, shrugged off the intensity of the moment.
“Maybe these collars aren’t the real deal,” he suggested, attempting to inject some rationality into the situation. Without waiting for a response, he moved to a nearby woman. “May I?” he asked, gesturing toward her collar. She nodded, eyes brimming with hope, and Keir gripped the device. He shattered it into pieces as easily as the first one, causing gasps to ripple through the hall.
Zale stepped forward, his brows knitted in disbelief. He reached for the collar of a nearby man and pulled hard, expecting it to give way under his considerable strength. But the collar didn’t budge.
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