~~Raya’s PoV~~
Tristan is uneasy as we step into the cell, and so am I, though my anxiety stems almost entirely from being inside this confined space. When we spoke with the doctors in the cells a few days ago, the doors stayed open behind us, but this time, they’re closed and locked, and my heart begins to race at the realization that there is no way out.
Feeling my apprehension, my mate places his hand on mine and immediately I feel a little better. It doesn’t completely take away my nerves, but it helps.
Focusing myself on the task at hand, I look over at the man we are still calling Malcolm, even though he now looks like Bertie. He is still sitting on what passes for a bed in this cold, dark room and he hasn’t stirred at all since we entered.
“You said I know nothing about what lie
