She turned to see Alpha Evan standing in the doorway, his eyes black with barely leashed fury. A step behind him was her father, his face drawn tight, eyes wide as they took in the blood, the restraints, the broken chair.
“Lewis decided to interrogate Joe,” Abby said simply, already turning back to the straps binding Joe’s wrists.
“Interrogate him,” Evan said coldly as he crossed the room, stepping around Lucas, who was pushing himself into a shaky sitting position, “or kill him?”
“Good question,” Abby muttered.
Evan crouched on Joe’s other side and started working on the remaining restraint, his large hands careful despite the rage radiating off him.
“I’ll review the video,” Leo said, moving fully into the room. “I’ll see exactly what happened.”
“Don’t bother,” Abby snapped, not loo
