The constant dripping of water echoed through the empty castle, at least it would've been a peace–invoking moment if not for the unnerving choking sounds and wet coughs that shattered the promise of peace.
Aden's hand was still holding down on Lorelei's throat and it would be no surprise if his hand print would be permanently engraved on her scarred neck.
"First," Aden started. "Tell me everything you know about Silas— no, tell me how you knew my name."
Lorelei's eyes nearly rolled to the back as his hands unconsciously tightened around her neck.
This question had been at the back of his mind and try as he may, the overwhelming feeling of anxiety and fear never truly left his body.
"It was...from the ring," Lorelei spoke, tears running down her eyes.
Aden's eyes glowed with a cool blue as he looked at her deeply.
For a second he didn't say anything, and Lorelei struggled for her life with every passing second.
"Continue," He ordered calmly.
Gasping half–way, she obeyed.
