The tension in the cell was palpable as Asher's boots echoed ominously against the cold stone floor. His eyes, cold and unyielding, locked onto Rachel's, whose unfocused gaze suddenly regained light upon sensing his presence.
"Stop right there…" Rachel hissed, her voice dripping with venom as her posture tensed, ready for an attack or defense, "Get out of my sight..." She wanted to threaten him to let her leave by saying her people won't leave him alone once they come to learn upon this.
After spending the past week throwing threats at him, she realized he doesn't even care. All she could do was grudgingly accept the food to keep herself healthy and ready to think of a plan to escape.
