Chapter 195. Searching

Proserpina

I stared at the man in some trepidation; Lucien had never directly spoken about him but Danielle had filled me in on the sadistic monster who stood before me, smirking.

Another man entered the room behind him and I felt my skin crawl. He was deeply tanned, his shaven head gleaming and his small eyes were cold, like chips of glass. I felt a peculiar sensation as he stood at the door, his powerful arms bulging as he crossed them. His eyes were on me, unblinking, small, and expressionless. There was no triumph, no lust in them but I knew instinctively that he was a man who would kill without remorse.

I did my best to refrain from shaking with fear but when the man they called Dmitri Rudenko approached me, I tilted my head, glaring at me.

“So, he said, mockingly, ‘So this is Lucien Delano’s most prized possession, eh?’

And he threw his head back and laughed, a loud laugh that seemed to bounce off the walls of that tiny cell. I st