Oliver’s pov
Elena looked at me with exhaustion in her eyes. She gives me a small smile before turning to leave the interrogation room.
I turned back to the spy who was now almost unconscious. With a growl of annoyance, I grabbed the spy by the scruff of his neck and dragged him to one of the holding cells. The metal bars clanged shut with finality as I locked him in. He whimpered, shrinking away from me. “You’ll be lucky to survive the night.”
I turned back to the main room, intending to talk with Lucas on our lack of progress, but stopped short.
Lucas was standing by the window, his back to me. He was usually filled with energy and passion for catching the enemy but now he was motionless, radiating a strange, almost painful stillness.
Something was wrong.
"Lucas?" I asked, my voic
