Avery POV
By the time I was done with Salome, I walked out of the cell with a pounding headache. No, scratch that. It was a full-blown migraine. That woman deserved an award—no, a standing ovation—for messing with people’s thoughts and twisting them around like she was folding laundry.
Aidan was standing outside the entire time, his arms crossed, his eyes fixed on the door like he was one breath away from storming in and tearing Salome apart if she so much as lifted a finger. His jaw was clenched so tight, I thought it might snap.
“Did you get something valuable out of her?” he asked as I rubbed my temples.
I gave him a tired look. “Why are you asking me that? You literally watched the whole thing from start to finish. You tell me.”
He gave a little shrug but didn’t look away. “I jus
