Harmony / Clover — Interrogation Room One
The cell smelled like the things that haunt people in the dark: iron, sweat, the cheap antiseptic that tries to pretend murder isn’t still wet somewhere nearby. Jordan stood to my left, quiet, solid. Raymond to my right, a living barricade. The warriors had finished chaining Tobias to the table; the clicks of iron and the man’s calm breath were the room’s pulse.
I let Clover forward.
She doesn’t ask permission. She slips past my thoughts, low and animal, and when she speaks, her voice is like a gravel road, and you definitely shouldn’t walk alone.
“Let me talk to Slade,” she said through me, and the room tightened.
Tobias’s lips moved into something like a smile, similar to a predator greeting a mate. Then black slid into his eyes, filling th
