Zane's POV~
I had chosen three days for a reason. Enough time to move freely, gather information, and track down my own body. If I was in his body, then there was a chance he was in mine.
"Get the hell out of here," the patriarch finally said, his voice etched with quiet finality as he exhaled another stream of smoke. The sharp scent of tobacco lingered in the air.
But how was I supposed to get out? I didn't know my way around the organization at all. Asking for directions would look suspicious...wouldn't it? I swallowed hard, trying to play the part.
"H...How do I get out though?" I finally asked, letting confusion flicker across my face. Hopefully, they'd assume the worst...that maybe the beating I'd taken earlier had affected my memory.
"Did the beating mess him up that badly?" the patriarch muttered, arching an eyebrow as he turned to the burly guards nearby. "Drag him out of here. Now."
