His eyes went wide as he stared at her. In his years of military service, he had seen many brutal forms of interrogation—whips, hot iron rods, heavy chains, and sharp blades. But he had never heard of hanging a bucket of dripping water over a prisoner's face in a dark, silent room. He was thoroughly confused about how a simple, soft drop of water could possibly break a hardened killer who had just survived a gunshot and a crushed wound without breaking.
However, as Kade looked into the intense, ruthless fire burning in Camilla's eyes, he knew better than to question her orders. He realized there must be something behind her strange method.
Kade bowed his head deeply. "Yes, my lady. It will be done exactly as you say."
Camilla gave a short, quiet nod. She turned on her heel and began walking toward the dungeon exit. Kade quickly stepped forward and escorted her out of the cold basement, holding open the door for her as she passed through.
