ARIA POV
I pulled out the chair across from him, the metal legs scraping against the floor, and sat.
Alaric remained standing behind me.
From the way the two guards flanking Graham had gone pale, my mate was probably looking one bad answer away from committing a homicide.
Good.
The silence stretched between us.
Uncomfortable.
Heavy.
I didn't rush to fill it.
Didn't offer him a polite greeting.
Didn't ask how he was doing.
I wanted him to sit in it.
To feel it pressing against his skin the same way fear had pressed against mine for years.
For once, I wasn't the one squirming.
For once, I wasn't the one wondering what sick form of torture was coming next.
Graham shifted in his chair.
The chains around his wrists rattled softly.
Still I said nothing.
Let him sweat.
Let him
