I watched as they lifted Hwarthorne’s broken body from the club floor. He was still breathing—barely—but by the time they loaded him into the ambulance, I could already read it in their faces: he wasn’t going to last.
They shoved me into the back of a police vehicle. They bound my wrists tight behind my back. The siren wailed as we drove, but my mind was silent. Silent, except for Liam’s face burning inside me.
When we reached the station, they didn’t even lead me to an interrogation room. They locked me at the counter, like some common criminal they were proud to display. The fluorescent lights above hummed, throwing pale shadows across the tiled floor.
One officer spat his words at me, voice sharp with disgust.
“How the hell were you causing a rift like that in a public club? You th
