ALLISON
“Michail, can I speak to you for a moment?”
The pain never came. The sickening crack of the whip against my skin didn't sound. Hesitantly, I peeled my eyes open to find out why.
Lord Michail had frozen, his head turned slightly toward the female who had just entered the prison.
She stood a few steps inside the entrance, her form clad in a black, knee-length dress that stood in stark contrast against her pale skin. She was beauty personified, possessing the clearest pair of blue eyes I’d ever seen and a body that belonged on a runway, not in a dungeon. Her pristine presence felt alien in the grime of this hellhole.
“I’ve warned you not to interrupt me while I’m busy,” Lord Michail snapped, his grip on the whip tightening until the leather groaned.
I saw the flash of fear in El
