"How many people did you bring?"
"About ten or so."
Rosalind Lowell sighed. 'I don't know if that's enough.' But he was always the one saving her. This time, no matter what, she had to get him out.
...
Alaric Davenport sat amongst them, perfectly calm and showing no trace of emotion.
"Your wife is getting more and more impressive," a man wearing sunglasses said.
When Alaric Davenport heard him talking about Rosalind Lowell, a glint flashed in his eyes, but it vanished as quickly as it appeared. He would not expose his weakness in front of others.
"Well, whose woman do you think she is?"
The man in sunglasses pushed up his shades. "Your woman is on her way, and you're not worried?"
"She's coming for me, not running away. Why should I be worried?" Alaric Davenport wasn't falling for his games.
"You..." The man in sunglasses was speechless, rendered unable to retort. After a moment, he managed, "Aren't you worried for yourself, then? You're the one tied up here."
