Damian POV
Evander was in the hallway, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. He took one look at my face and pushed off the wall. “Looks like that went well.”
“I don’t want to discuss it. Is the rogue ready?”
“He’s in the interrogation room.”
“Good.”
Onyx stirred as we descended. Not urgently. Not yet. But there was a restless quality to his presence that had been building since morning, a low, directionless unease I hadn’t been able to identify.
The interrogation room was on the lower level of the prison, and I smelled it before I reached the door. Old blood, deep in the concrete’s pores. The acidic bite of fear sweat that no amount of cleaning fully removed. The staleness of air that moved slowly and smelled of everything that had ever been admitted and confessed inside t
