The observation room is cold.
Air leaks through the vent, raising goosebumps on my skin—
even with Cade and River pressed close on either side of me.
Cade’s hand rests at the small of my back.
River’s shoulder brushes mine.
Heat.
Solid.
Certain.
Through the reinforced glass, the faction leader slumps in a steel chair.
Wrists cuffed.
Ankles locked.
Shifter restraints.
His face is wrecked—split lip, swollen eye, blood dried along his jaw like war paint.
He’s awake.
Waiting.
Rose stirs under my skin.
Low. Dangerous.
He knows, she murmurs. He knows who betrayed us.
“How long?” I ask.
“Two hours,” River says. “Garrett wanted him soft. Scared.”
“And now?”
Cade’s jaw tightens.
“Now they break him.”
The interrogation door opens.
Shianne walks in.
I’ve fought beside her. Bl
