"Water," Laurent repeated. It was a good idea. It made sense. He hadn't thought of that.

Impressed by his new assistant, Laurent nodded, accepting the plan at once. "Don't stray from here. It's dangerous."

Leaving the lantern for Gansey, he slipped away into the darkness. He didn't need the lantern, he knew his way by heart all through these tunnels, even in the darkness. Darkness meant safety, for him.

He returned to his lair, quickly fetching a pair of buckets and filling them with water, carrying them back. His arms were straining by the time he returned, setting down the two buckets by the tools and the lamp. Intrigued, his eyes lingered on his captive, who was shirtless again. He'd so quickly shown that he was smart and resourceful. Laurent's heart ached by how much he wanted to possess him.