Chapter 7

• ZANE
• I woke up to the feel of someone's warm palm on my bare chest and my brows pulled together at the sight of Eleanor on my bed with her hands on me. The events of the night before began flooding in and I remembered how rough I had been with her and how she had lost consciousness halfway, annoying me.
• She wasn't allowed to sleep on my bed. It was against the rules. A slave is a slave even if she was my mate, she was nothing but a ragdoll for me to use to sate my desires. I rolled out of bed, pulling my robe on all while I scowled at her sleeping figure.