Alexander’s POV
I paced back and forth outside the interrogation room. I told Ren to take the prisoner into the room and shackle him to the chair once he started to stir awake. He was badly injured, but not severely enough that he couldn’t answer my questions. I ripped the necklace off his neck before he had the chance to protest, and it sat cold in the palm of my hand.
This pendant was the symbol of the Mortane family; I would recognize it anywhere. I didn’t understand how he could have such a thing.
Ren walked out of the room, running his fingers through his hair. He has barely looked at me since I returned to the prison unit, and I knew it was because he was ashamed of his part in the incident earlier.
“He’s all set, Sire,” Ren said, keeping his eyes shifted to the ground.
I sh
