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Chapter 56: Zefiro

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Fourteen months, two weeks, four days.

And all I find is a husk. An empty shell of unnervingly pale skin and lifeless gray eyes.

The scanner beeps an angry red, swiftly as Rizzi flips it over her neck. I snarl softly at the sight of the collar, but refrain from ripping it and the tracker off her neck.

Any form of proximity seems to set her off. Rizzi already tried asking her to take it off and what did she fucking say? “Jaxon wouldn’t like that.”

He treated her like an animal, and she’d looked at him like if he asked her to suck on his feet, she would have. She fought to get in the car, had raked her nails across my face when I asked her to. Blood still drips from the cut, my handkerchief pressed into my skin.

I understood Jaxon’s smile then, as he’d tossed her aside like she meant nothing. He’d handed over a different woman, nothing left of the Susanna I had come to know in her. Someone so utterly broken, she clung to her master like he was her salvation, the rest of the world her en
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