“Hello, Abigail. Thank you for waiting, my name is Eliza Anders. I’m Alex and Louis’s mother.”
Abigail looked up at the woman and had to fight back a sarcastic laugh. Seriously again? You look younger than me. “Afternoon,” Abigail replied with a peevish expression.
Eliza walked into the room and sat in the chair opposite of her. Abigail was absolutely seething. This woman had pulled her away from her home, placed her in a dungeon and now locked her up in a room as a guest! Eliza studied her for a minute and let out a low melodic laugh. “I do believe that I have angered you,” she said with a wide smile.
“You would be correct,” Abigail said dryly. She didn’t see the point of beating around the bush when she had been pushed and pulled into her current situation.
Eliza tilted her head slig
