In the dimly lit chambers of the Hales estate, Sir Thomas and Lady Meredith sat side by side, their wrists bound to cold iron chairs where Lord Edward had imprisoned them. The once-beautiful room had become a grim prison, with just a sliver of moonlight filtering through the tiny window.
Lady Meredith, though visibly exhausted, now held her head high. Sir Thomas kept his gaze fixed on the door, waiting for his brother to return. Suddenly, the stillness of the house was shattered by the sound of hurried footsteps outside.
The heavy oak door swung open, and Lord Edward stormed in, his eyes gleaming with a dangerous light as he approached them.
He clenched his fists at his sides. “Which one of you knows something?” he growled, his voice a low, venomous whisper that sent a chill through the
