When the sunset, Malachi went to the dungeon to see Nazneen. He could hear from the clinging sound of chains that she was trying to free herself.
"Don't bother," he spoke as he came to stand in front of her cell.
She looked at him through the small window in the door then dragged the chains with her as she stepped closer. "You think if I wanted to kill you or your mate that I would send people to do so?"
"You can't fault me for thinking so. You always had people do things for you."
She just glared at him.
"I wonder... where is your breedmate?" He asked her.
She narrowed her eyes, the amber turning into flames. There was certainly a breedmate involved.
"I don't know," she replied.
Lies. If she was protecting him, then he had to be involved.
"Then you will know when he comes here to save you and I will have some motivation for you to speak. Or for him."
