“Michail, can I speak to you for a moment.”
No pain. The cracking of the whip as it lashed my skin never sounded, and hesitantly I peeled my eyes open to find out why. Lord Michail had stopped in place, his head turned ever so slightly to the female who had entered the prison.
She stood a few steps away from the entrance, her form clad in a black knee-length dress that was a stark contrast against her pale skin. She was beauty personified, with the clearest pair of blue eyes I’d ever seen and a body befitting a supermodel. Her presence didn’t suit the ambience of the prison.
“I’ve warned you not to interrupt me while I’m busy.” Lord Michail snapped, his grip on the whip tightening.
I saw the fear in Eliza’s blue eyes the moment he snapped at her and she cautiously took a step back b
