Jason's Point of View
I step in first, with Jack following closely behind me.
Arkan is seated on the bench, his legs crossed at his ankles, his hands loosely clasped in front of him, as if he is just meditating rather than being imprisoned.
His sharp eyes lift to meet ours as soon as the door slams shut behind us, and a slow smile pulls at the corners of his mouth.
“Ah. The Beta and Gamma. I’m flattered.” He drawls and Jack snorts.
“We are not here for small talk, Arkan.”
He steps forward, tossing the folder that Zayde gave us onto the metal table. It lands with a sharp thud, and slides a few inches.
Arkan’s eyes flick towards it.
“Did you bring me homework?”
He asks, and I shake my head, smirking at him.
“No. Progress.”
A few seconds of silence stretches as Arkan looks betwe
