Kavira POV
I watched Vorian as he sorted through his knives. They were old worn down and half missing, as if they'd seen too many battles and not enough care. A few slots in his case sat empty, a testament to time and blood. He sharpened the remaining blades in front of them, likely to rattle their nerves before the questioning began. It was probably an effective tactic.
I’d never seen an interrogation before, not in person. Heard plenty, yes. But never stood this close to one.
No sound came through the glass. I searched the console until I found a button and pressed it.
Voices filled the room like a wave crashing into me. It nearly dragged me back into a memory I didn’t want to revisit. I gripped the edge of the panel and locked my eyes on Vorian. He grounded me. Kept me here.
But th
