Larissa’s POV

His stare could cut through ice. Jackson, who’d been so well put together, rose to his feet awkwardly, then bowing deep in respect. 

I looked away, I wasn’t in the mood to deal with him at the moment. His eyes seemed to be trailing my movement with the same stare, making me the most uncomfortable in the already small cell the size of a less than standard bathroom.

“My apologies, my Lord.” Jackson spoke out with his back facing me. I couldn’t see his expression, but ...