Page 51 of Siren's Salvation

Zane's reading her like an open book, peeling back layers of bullshit with surgical precision.

Sassy's mouth opens and closes, but no sound comes out.

It's like watching a fish out of water, gasping for air.

She's been thoroughly gutted by Zane's words, and now she's floundering.

I file away every detail of this interaction, committing it to memory.

This is a masterclass in how to break someone down, how to strip away their defenses and leave them naked and vulnerable.

Zane's always been good at reading people, but this... this is on another level.

As the silence stretches on, I can practically hear the gears grinding in Sassy's head.

She's searching for a way out, a loophole, anything to save her skin.

But there's nothing. Zane's cornered her completely, and we all know it.

I glance around the room, gauging everyone's reactions.

There's a mix of emotions on display— shock, admiration, even a hint of fear.

Because if Zane can dissect Sassy this easily, what's stopping him from turning that razor-sharp insight on any of us?

Cheyenne breaks the tense silence, her voice cutting through the thick air like a knife.

"I'll confirm when we get back to the property." Her words are clipped, business-like, but there's an undercurrent of anticipation that makes my skin prickle.

I've almost forgotten Grim was here until he speaks up, his gravelly voice startling me. "Prez, where do you want her? I'm gonna assume you don't want many people knowin' about her."

Grim's question hangs in the air for a moment.

I can see the wheels turning in Zane's head as he considers his options.

His eyes narrow slightly, and I know he's plotting something.

"I want her in one of the sheds on the back part of the property," Zane finally declares, his tone leaving no room for argument. "Past Blackjack and Ashley's, deep in the woods, almost bordering the cattle pastures."

Grim nods, a flicker of recognition in his eyes. "Got it, Prez. I know the place."

As I process this information, I catch a movement out of the corner of my eye.

Siren swallows hard, her throat bobbing visibly.

There's something in her expression—a flash of nervousness, maybe even fear— that sets off alarm bells in my head.

What the fuck is that about?

I study her closely.

Siren's usually cool as ice, but right now she looks like she's about to jump out of her skin.

There's something going on here, something she's not telling us.

I lean in closer to her, my voice low enough that only she can hear. "You all right there, sweetheart? You're lookin' a little twitchy."

Siren's eyes snap to mine, wide and startled. "I'm fine," she hisses back, but the tremor in her voice betrays her.

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