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~Lisa's POV
I lay on the cold hard floor of the cell, my back against the damp stone, and I could barely feel the baby move. For a long time I watched the slow trail of water run down the wall and I counted it like a prayer. I kept thinking of Damon, only Damon, and whether his eyes would ever open again.
A key scraped the lock and the heavy door creaked. I didn't look up at first. I knew the sound of boots at the entrance; I knew the corridor voices. But then a slow, clean throat cleared and my skin went cold.
"Enjoying your stay, Lady Lisa?" a voice said from the doorway. Smooth. Clean. Full of cruel patience.
I turned my head slowly. Fridolf stood there, coat dripping rain, but dry as always, as if storms bent to let him walk through them untouched. He smiled like he was telling a joke that only he understood.
