Adriano’s POV~
They stopped asking me questions on the third day I marked Cassandra’s retreat.
Before that, they’d tried everything—threats, mockery, the good cop bullshit, even silence, as if I’d break just to hear a voice. I didn’t. I stopped talking after the first hour. My mouth dried, bled, then sealed. They could’ve pulled my nails off and I still wouldn’t have given them the satisfaction of a sound.
Now, they were back. Two officers, the one with the twitchy eye and the other who always chewed gum like a f*****g cow. Their boots clicked too loud on the concrete floor, and that sound alone made something inside me curl up and spit.
The one with the twitch stepped forward, hands in his pockets. “You’re being released tomorrow,” he said, almost like it annoyed him to admit it. “No
