Jack did as he was instructed.
On the surface, Arin seemed as cool as a snowflake, but there was something in the way he looked at you. A sense of awe…and hatred. Hatred for Jack but not for Aamani. Why? What made her different?
Arin hopped to his feet, striding toward the bars with an expression that said he wanted to punch right through them. “You want to see desperation?” he hissed. “Wait. Very soon now, I will be the least of your concerns.”
“Come,” Aamani said. “Nothing more will be accomplished by wasting our time speaking to him.”
She turned and started up the hallway.
Jack tapped a panel on the wall next to the cell, causing a heavy titanium door to slide in place in front of the bars. The only window into the cell was a small rectangular slit at eye level, but that was enough
