3rd person pov
“Report.” The man said, flipping his black hair out of his brown eyes with disdain at the guard.
“Really, my love. Must you be so mean to them?” Penny said with a sigh, looking down at her plate. She could feel her husband glaring at her and bit her lip, her own black hair falling into her face to hide her, as if she was hiding behind a curtain. Of course, it would do nothing to stop him once he was angry. She really should learn how to stop her inability to speak without thinking. She was already sporting a number of bruises over her body from his tempers.
Penny was fairly sure her husband ignored her, either that or gave up trying to pierce through her with his eyes, once the guard started to speak. He was stammering, they all did, because of how scary Tra
