#Chapter 263: The Prisoner

Third person Having his wrists in handcuffs was still unpleasant. Lucas wondered if the sensation of wrist restraints would ever stop triggering memories of his time in captivity. But after weeks in prison, where he was given adequate food and reasonable living conditions, Lucas was pretty sure that nothing he could face here would ever be as bad as that cold underground storeroom where he’d been chained to the floor and tortured. Alexander had even arranged for Lucas to have a cell to himself. Something Lucas hadn’t expected when he first came to terms with the fact that contacting Alexander meant he was going to be arrested and incarcerated. Lucas knew full well that he wasn’t made for jail. But what choice did he have? His brother had shown him mercy, though, by providing Lucas with the security of that private room where he could sleep in peace at night without fear of being attacked. And Alexander had sentenced him to only ten years in prison – the minimum sentence for any crim