MESSIAH JORDY'S POV
I got roughly dragged into the interrogation room and tossed to the ground with the shackles still around my hands.
“Ouch,“ A groan left me as my ribs rubbed against the floor. Did they really have to be so brutal?
“Careful!” Arlo's voice came up, and in the next second, a hand was stretched out to me.
I looked up and was met with a soothing smile on his face. Slowly, I took his hand and he helped me to my feet.
“Chin up. Put on a little smile. You'll be fine," He whispered into my ears, rubbing his fingers softly on my cheek.
I nodded, forcing out a small smile. He rubbed my arms like he was trying to pass a little bit of strength from himself to me.
“Enough of this lovey-dovey s**t, okay? We came here for something more important,” Luther snapped at us.
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