Zarek POV
The interrogation room had smelled of stale coffee, it was uncomfortable. It wasn’t fear though—no, it was boredom. The same recycled questions asked in ten different ways. Same little red light blinking on the recorder like it had a personal grudge against me. And the officers? Holy moon, they were predictable.
“Where did you go after leaving the party?”
“Did Zara tell you she was meeting Kai?”
“Why did you leave first? Didn’t you think that suspicious?”
Suspicious. That was the word they loved chewing on. I gave them what I always gave—smirks, half-answers, and just enough sass to keep them from thinking I was scared. Because I wasn’t. I don’t scare easy.
By the time they released me, dusk had already painted the sky purple. My stomach was gnawing at itself, and I hadn’t
