ZANE
As I continued to stare her down, the air tense with the weight of my silence and the looming threat of it, the air slowly began to fill with the other slaves’ fear and anxiety, but I really didn't care about that. They whimpered in submission, all of it only barely registering as my attention was all on Eleanor.
Even when Mark stepped forward with a greeting, a clear attempt at easing the tension, I remained impassive.
I could feel her trembling as I stood in front of her. Her eyes darted around, unsure if she could read me from looking at my face or looking away entirely to avoid my fury.
After a few seconds of my blood boiling at her unusual behavior, I leaned in. Despite the fact that it wasn't sudden, she flinched. I didn't speak, I didn't need to, neither did I need to be
