Clara’s POV
They put me in a room with no windows.
The walls were a pale, sickly gray, the kind of color that made you feel like you were already half-dead. The only sound was the hum of a flickering fluorescent light above my head. My wrists ached from the cuffs, my skin rubbed raw.
I hated the silence most of all.
The door creaked open, snapping me back to the present.
Two men walked in.
“Clara,”The man who I now know as Lucas said, his voice clipped. “This is Agent Ruiz. He’s here to take your statement before you’re formally charged.”
My pulse spiked. “Charged with what?”
“Kidnapping. Conspiracy. Attempted murder.” Lucas’s gaze was like a blade. “Need me to keep going?”
My mouth went dry. I opened it, but nothing came out.
Attempted murder. They were really going to say tha
