Roman stiffened the moment the footsteps drew closer. Not long after, figures appeared beyond the silver bars of their cell. There were about four of them, two men and women.
One of the younger girls lifted her hand and summoned a glowing orb of light. It floated upward, illuminating the dungeon in a pale glow that chased away the darkness enough for Roman to finally see their faces properly. And unfortunately, he recognized one of them immediately.
Ziva.
Or as Roman mentally referred to her: Angus's anonymously voted most hated daughter.
Ziva folded her arms across her chest, gaze sweeping over the both of them with clear disdain. "Looks like the two of you are having a wonderful time in here."
Roman's eyes drifted to the ugly mark stretched across her face and winced dramatically.
"Oof. Whoever did that to your face definitely had strong emotions." He added, "I was going to insult you properly, but honestly your face got there before me."
