Lola dropped her hands to her sides, spinning around to face Erik. Watching him as he came into the room, she hoped he couldn’t tell that she had been up to something.
“I thought you might be hungry.” He said, moving closer to the cell. He sat the tray on the chair that sat outside of her cage, pulling out a ring of heavy looking keys.
“You could always let me out,” Lola said, crossing her arms under her breasts. “To eat, I mean.” She added, not holding her breath.
“Now Lola, I don’t think that’s a good idea.” Erik chided as he unlocked the door. Moving to pick up the tray, “What happened to Puca?”
Looking down at the floor, Lola didn’t say anything as she pressed her lips together, closing her eyes.
“So you killed him?”
Lola felt her stomach drop at the smile in his voice. How could
