Ouroboros Spine The drummer boy from Illinois went crash, boom, bang

Duchess put Zane in charge of watching the kid, something that both baffled and bored him simultaneously.

He wasn't much into the whole "prisoner" thing, what with being the picture of free-wheeling himself, so his promise to keep tabs on the kid was touch and go at best. What would it hurt if he snuck off? One less wolf to feed, better life for the poor little dude, yadda yadda. Plus it'd mean Zane didn't have to sit out and do nothing, but somehow still stay awake, hours of each day. He could usually manage one or the other - a little less usually did he manage both.

He wished he was asleep when he saw the little dude start to sneak off. If he was he wouldn't have to do shit but apologize and shrug and move on with his life. Now he had to intervene. Fucking hell.

Don't think I ever asked you where home was? That where you are headed, kid? He asked conversationally, not bothering to get up just yet. Maybe he could convince him to get a few licks in on him or something, a scar or two to make it look good. Why were they keeping him here anyway?