Lying on the stone slab, Ivan's knees hovered one another, his feet swinging in tune to the whistling rhythm that left his lips. With one hand resting behind his head, the other held a book that he was still reading due to the immense boredom in the cell, his slow whistling echoing within the cell's premises like he had no bother in the world.
It all started with boredom, but now he was so engrossed in the novel that he failed to catch Lord Viktor's presence in his cell. He stopped whistling and let out a soft tsk, as if he had read something disappointing in the novel, and Viktor watched the young vampire sigh and hum to himself for a certain amount of time before deciding to break the silence.
