Rowan lifted his head from where he sat against the cold wall. The guard's tone suggested it wasn't his lawyer. He stepped out, his eyes adjusting to the lights as the guard led him to the visitation room.
The moment the door creaked open, Rowan's steps suddenly came to a stop. His eyes narrowed at the figure seated across from him.
Axel Locke.
Dressed in a crisp dark tailored suit, Axel leaned against the steel table, his hair styled to perfection.
He smirked as Rowan was shoved forward, then into the chair opposite him. The guard left, plunging the room into silence–one Axel was quick to break with a mocking laugh.
"Look at you. The mighty Rowan Locke reduced to nothing but a murderer."
It was quiet for a moment, then Rowan spoke, low and controlled.
"Here to gloat, or prove you'r
