Dimi walked into the warehouse holding cell and took a seat at the small table Miklos had thrown in there for her. She felt the confused gaze of the man tied to the chair resting on her as he sat sulking in his seat.
“They bring a little girl now to try to scare me?”
She looked over her shoulder, “Mr. Pappas, before you begin to be disrespectful, I will introduce myself.” She pivoted the chair on one leg turning her body in his direction, “my name is Dimitra Lykiaos-Laskaris. Perhaps you’ve met my father Vasili or my husband Miklos? While I personally do not tolerate disrespect, both my father and husband abhor it even more than I do, and they will insist you do not disrespect me.” She watched the man pale immediately. “Now I don’t know if you are aware, but my father did not ever feel a
