Just then, the image of her flustered nipple slammed into his thoughts, causing his gaze to flicker up at their room. Something he refused to let in, tried to creep inside but he reminded himself how he'd lost himself in the shadows of monsters.
The damp floor, the cell, the way he was treated…. He closed his eyes, forcing ugly memories aside.
One that might traumatise him again before the bloodline of that person who put him into that torment.
He shouldn't even dare feel a shred of empathy, pity or guilt for her because she had already enjoyed a blissful life.
Picking up the glass and bottle, Zane headed towards the master bedroom back as he swung the door open. He advanced further and the blink of light flashed on his phone screen with a buzzed sound caught his attention.
Buzz.
He moved to his bed and dropped the alcohol on the table top close to his bed before reaching for his phone. He unlocked his phone, flipping through the photos he just received.
