The first hour of captivity was loud.
Cassian didn't attack Elian again. He attacked the furniture.
He paced the small cabin like a caged tiger, kicking chairs, slamming his fist against the walls, and testing the heavy iron bars on the windows.
"Open this door, Valet," Cassian growled, rattling the handle for the fiftieth time. "Or I will tear this cabin down around your ears."
Elian sat on the only table, swinging his legs. He was eating a strip of dried venison with an air of calm he absolutely did not feel.
"The cabin is made of stone and ironwood, Sire," Elian pointed out. "You'll break your hands before you break the walls. And Rowena hates men with broken hands. She finds it... inefficient."
Cassian whirled around. "Do not speak her name! You are unworthy to speak it!"
He slumped against the door, sliding down until he was sitting on the floor, his head in his hands.
