CLAIRE'S POV
The interrogation room…
The air was dense with tension. Even without sight, I could sense the discomfort in the room—the stiff silence, the cautious breathing.
One of the officers finally spoke. “Luna Claire. You’re aware of the accusations against you?”
“I am,” I replied quietly.
Another officer cleared his throat. “Do you wish to give your statement now?”
I shifted slightly in the chair, keeping my voice calm. “I’ll answer your questions once my lawyer gets here.”
They didn’t force me and respected my rights. I was held temporarily while the other party had not submitted any formal complaint yet.
Hours passed.
And then—to my surprise—I was released.
That quick?
When I stepped out of the holding cell, the hallway was quiet… until I heard a familiar voice speaking t
