"Still alive?" Lucas asked in a chilly tone.
"Yes, Your Grace," Denys answered as he walked next to him. Their footsteps echoed as they entered deeper into the dark dungeon.
The air was thick with a scent of mold and decay.
Denys glanced at the Duke and shivered inwardly. Something must have happened inside that room earlier as it completely changed the Duke's mood.
While the Duke carried the air of authority around him right now, there was also something else that Denys could only recognize as fury.
The Duke was angry.
Right now, Denys was not certain if it was because of Lady Rosie or because of the one that they were about to interrogate.
The sounds of rattling chains attracted their attention as they approached the only cell in the mansion's prison that had an occupant in it— a live occupant.
"Open it," Lucas ordered and Denys immediately complied.
The two of them heard ragged breathing, and the sound of the rattling chain intensified.
