Ciara stirs from her position against the wall, her eyes widening in alarm as she sees Nora being forced into a chair placed in front of her cell. The sight of Nora, bound and vulnerable, ignited a mix of fear and fury within her expression.
"Daren, secure her," I command coolly, standing to the side with my arms crossed.
Daren shoves Nora into the chair, tying her restraints tightly around the back. Her head snaps up, her glare fixed on me. "You won’t get away with this," she hisses, her voice filled with venom.
I merely smirk, the glint of the silver blade in my hand catching the faint light. "Oh, but I already have."
Turning my attention to Ciara, I step closer to the bars of her cell. "Alright, Ciara," I begin, my tone deceptively smooth. "Let’s keep this simple. What do you know,
