73 73 Your Son (AVOT)

Daisy had tried to flee multiple times, but every escape route seemed to be thwarted by supernatural forces. It was as though Lysander was omnipresent; candles ignited on their own in the dark, doors swung open and shut without touch, and the window she shattered magically repaired itself. Jumping from it had crossed her mind, but the height promised a deadly escape.

Dread gnawed at her: What did Lysander want? The suffocating silence and isolation were driving her to the brink, and her heart ached with worry for Rhain.

Drawing a shaky breath, she resolved not to be an easy captive. Marching to the door, she pounded on it with all her might. "Let me out!" She persisted until, suddenly, a gust of cold wind brushed past her, and there he was, Lysander, standing imposingly before her.

"Where's Rhain?" She shot at him, her voice strained. "Did you go to him?"

Lysander's face remained inscrutable. "Why would I?"

"He's your son," she retorted.