Chloe Bishop looked at him in despair. "Nanny, there isn't even a toilet down here. I'll lose my mind if I stay any longer."
Nanny knew how terrifying this dungeon was—cold and eerie enough to break even a grown man, let alone a delicately raised young lady like her.
He looked at her pale face and the fear in her eyes, and after a long silence, said, "I'll leave the lights on. And I'll pass your words on to the young lord."
Chloe Bishop knew that was the most he could do. Her voice was thick with gratitude. "Thank you, Nanny. I won't forget this favor."
Light could chase away both fear and a bit of the damp chill.
Nanny left behind some water and food, telling her it was meant to last the day.
She took a small sip of water but didn't touch the rest. There was no toilet here—the only
