LORD SILVAIN MORDAUNT
Valentina wakes in the cell I've prepared. Silver-lined walls, no windows, one door. Simple. Effective.
She tries to move and discovers the restraints. Silver chains attached to the wall. Long enough to let her sit up but not stand. Short enough to prevent escape.
"Good evening," I say from the doorway.
Her eyes focus on me. No fear. Interesting. Most prisoners show fear.
"Mordaunt." Her voice is steady. "Should have known."
"Should have." I enter the cell, stay out of range. "Obvious trap. Bait too tempting. Warehouse too convenient. Yet you came anyway."
"Desperate times."
"Indeed." I pull up a chair. "Let's discuss your situation. You're in my custody. No one knows where you are. Your allies can't rescue you. You have two choices: cooperate or suffer."
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