"You look more comfortable than I imagine."
A set of tired eyes look up at the woman beyond the bars. Kaleena Alexanders, the person responsible for his captivity. Seeing her right now had him in mixed feelings. He was right about something peculiar about her. Is this her true self? Not a hint of anger, frustration nor hate was directed to him despite remembering that night.
"Penelope, you didn't touch my daughter did you?" There was a hint of threat in his tone but Kali paid it no mind.
"Of course not, we had a deal. You didn't touch your dinner at all. You should eat because I don't think they will be giving you any meals today."
"What's the use of eating, I am good as dead." Over the night Viscount Holwaldy thinks of various ways to save himself and his family but as much as he wants to believe he could get out, the other party is the Alexanders. They are not known to be tyrants but they are not exactly saints either.