Alastair did not have to look at the woman beside him to know she was vexed by his question. He could guess what was running in her mind just by the way her hands clenched her dress. Her face was way too expressive and Alastair found it amusing to see her vivid emotions. He had found prey to his enjoyment and Eleanor was just fit for the game he had in mind, a very interesting game. Alastair was a man who reveled in others' misery especially people like Eleanor and her father. Now that the prey had come to him automatically, why would he allow it to go until he was satisfied?
"I am almost done, my Lord." Eleanor controlled her annoyance and let out a forced smile which made Alastair smile at her in return.
