Elena's POV
The holding cell was cold. My hands were paining me from the handcuffs that were removed an hour ago.
Victoria rested on the opposite side, her arms folded, looking at the wall. Jennifer was in a different cell.
Separated. Already cooperating. Already selling us out.
We'd been here for six hours. No lawyer yet. No phone calls beyond the one I'd used to taunt Nicholas. No details regarding events occurring beyond these walls.
The sound of the guard's footsteps sounded through the corridor. Keys clinked. The door to our cell opened.
"Voss." Hartley. "You are being relocated."
Victoria and I shared looks. Where are you? To various cells? To question? Sure! Kindly share the text you want me to rewrite.
"Conference room," the protector said, understanding my look "Your lawye
