"Despite everything that's happened, you still refuse to yield, Richard Johnson. Doesn't your country have an expression that says fortune favours the wise?" Mason Fisher strode over to Caleb Baker. He looked Caleb up and down with an air of barely concealed derision as he bent over him.
Caleb had been here for over a month already.
A dispirited figure, yet unbowed no matter how much he was put through, refusing to give in. It was infuriating even to consider him.
Caleb forced his head up, his deep black eyes as if painted with ink, unfathomable as the abyss. The corners of his eyes forming unidentifiable curves that sent shivers through anyone's spine.
"What are you afraid of?" He shifted slightly, his long legs moving gracefully despite his hands being cuffed overhead. It did not impede his unyielding demeanor but instead enhanced it. "Have you run out of options? Do you require my advice? You've reached an impasse in your research, haven't you?"
