The adrenaline from the mission still pulsed in my veins, but I didn’t let it show. My focus now was Damon.
Betrayal had a price.
“Lock him up in Interrogation Room A,” I ordered coldly, wiping the blood from my busted knuckles as the president’s men dragged Damon out of the vehicle.
One of them hesitated. “But… sir, shouldn’t we—”
I cut him off with a sharp glare. “The president gave me full authority over this mission. I want him here. Under mycommand.”
The soldier nodded slowly. “Alright, sir.”
Marcus didn’t even speak—just yanked Damon forward and shoved him ahead of us. He looked like he wanted to kill him on the spot, but I gave him a look that said not yet.
We reached the underground level of the headquarters. Metal doors lined the walls. Interrogation Room A was the coldest,
