Zane pov
I leaned against the cold stone wall outside the torture room, arms crossed, watching.
My queen was in there, handling the prisoner with her usual ruthless precision. Personally, I don’t enjoy just watching—there’s a raw thrill in twisting the knife myself, feeling the resistance of flesh, the shudder of fear. But seeing her work… God she’s beautiful!
She probably hasn’t noticed I’m here yet. I was proud of her, so f*****g proud of how strong and determined she had become.
“Obsessed much?” I turned to see Fred, with a smirk on his face as he walked closer. I just smiled and followed him.
“Honestly, I didn’t think I’d ever see you so lovestruck,” he teased as we stepped into my office.
I sank into my chair, unbothered by his words. My lips still curved, my thoughts still
