I tapped my fingers against the cold stone wall of my dungeon, my eyes never leaving the pathetic forms sprawled before me. Jasper lay unconscious on the damp floor, while Lady Beatrix had begun to stir, her eyelids fluttering as the drug wore off. Reed stood silently at my side, his expression as impassive as ever.
"How long until they're fully conscious?" I asked, my voice echoing in the cavernous space.
"Any moment now, Your Grace," Reed replied. "The dosage was calculated precisely."
I allowed myself a small smile. After months of investigation, after all the pain these people had inflicted on my Isabella, justice was finally within reach. I would savor every moment of their reckoning.
Jasper groaned and rolled to his side. His eyes opened, unfocused at first, then widening with panic as he took in his surroundings.
"Where—" he began, his voice hoarse.
