ZANE
I paced back and forth in the room, my feet just as restless as my mind as my eyes kept darting to the door again and again, and I had to stop myself from bringing my fingers to my teeth because I was a grown, sane man for goddess sake.
Six hours.
It's been six long, cursed, f*****g hours since they’d left. Curse Easton, that slimy and deceitful bastard, the agreement was for four.
FOUR f*****g HOURS.
But he's kept them for six and those two extra hours felt like I was sitting on lava. Like I had to walk on hot coal with a dagger in my skull that was being pushed deeper with every passing second.
This was the most restless and anxious I'd been in my whole entire life and I hated it so damn much. My boots hit the floor with deafening thuds as I reached a wall, only to turn and
