Eli returned alone the next night, bringing some sweets for everyone, sitting happily outside of Lily’s cell as they talked about all their likes and dislikes. I couldn’t help but agree with Lil that Eli was a nice bloke and he seemed to be just as much of a prisoner in this pack house as we were.
As they were comparing their top ten favourite TV shows of all time the door to the dungeon suddenly slammed open and heavy footsteps could be heard stomping down the stairs.
Scrambling to his feet, Eli backed up against the wall as a large man in his sixties stepped off the bottom step and into the light of the lantern.
His hair was black with a peppering of grey, his muscular frame evident under the dark blue button up shirt, and his cold grey eyes penetrated through you as he swept his gaz
