Belle looked down at the fella who was probably somewhere near her age. Not that she wasn't used to looking down at people. She was taller than her husband after all. She frowned softly at his question.
"You didn't find the little computer thingy with the message?" she asked. "Here's a prison, sugar. The people who done kidnapped us brought us to this here island and left us a note saying they wouldn't tell why we were here, just that we shouldn't go into the woods after dark. Which we found out the hard way was fulla big damn wolves."
Her expression soften. "I'm Belle. Belle Bennett. My husband Cooper and I were taken from our bar in Arizona. You from England? There's a couple of people here from your side of the pond. An Irishman, a couple of kids who're Scottish. I think somebody said there's an English girl, but I ain't seen hide nor hair of her."