Heavy footsteps descend the stairs.
Ezra appears first.
Alpha Christopher follows closely behind him.
Christopher’s expression is cold and tight, and his polished shoes look absurd against the damp stone floor.
“I want satisfaction,” Christopher says without greeting.
“For what,” I ask, rising slowly.
“For what you did to my niece.”
I stare at him through the bars.
“She attacked me.”
“That is irrelevant,” he snaps. “Open the cell.”
My heart starts racing, and I see the tension ripple through Declan’s shoulders as he stands.
Ezra does not move.
Christopher looks at him sharply.
“Open it.”
Before either of them can respond, a voice carries down from the top of the stairs.
“If you step into that cell, you will regret it.”
All of us turn.
Nathan descends the stairs with delibe
