Tarazan Shame Of Jane Fixed [Free Access]

The word hit her like a slap. Shame. She had never heard it from his lips. In the house of Lord Greystoke, shame was a silk noose, a whisper at dinner. Here, it was a raw blade.

Tarzan watched her from the low branch of a muiri tree, his bronze skin streaked with woad and dust. His eyes were not angry. That would have been easier. They were disappointed, and worse—ashamed for her. tarazan shame of jane

And in the silence that followed, the jungle breathed again. The word hit her like a slap

The jungle held its breath. Not even a panther stirred in the velvet gloom. In the house of Lord Greystoke, shame was

“There is nothing to forgive,” he said. “Only something to remember. You are Jane of the Apes now. Act like it.”

“I am not your property to be shamed,” she whispered, but her voice cracked.