The golden eyes blinked at Lucien from the darkness. He was right. There really was someone with him.
Or something.
"Who are you?" Lucien asked.
"I asked first, boy," the voice said. "Why?"
"Because she's my fiancée and she's in danger right now. I need to get out so I can save her!" Lucien said.
"Why do you need to save her?" the voice asked.
"I already told you! Please let me out of here!" Lucien said.
"I am not the one imprisoning you, boy, but depending if I'm satisfied I might help you," the voice said. "So, tell me, why do you need to save her?"
"She's . . . precious to me. She's very important to me," Lucien said.
The voice remained silent for while.
"As precious as your mother, boy?"
"Do you know my mother?" Lucien asked.
