Cassian’s POV
Maelor and I stepped into the interrogation room, the air already dense with hostility.
Chained in silver sat Jareth and Eulalia, their expressions caught between defiance and dread. Jareth looked the worse of the two, his swollen face bearing the evidence of Maelor’s temper. Knowing Maelor, I could only imagine the merciless pursuit he’d unleashed to drag them back here and the rage that had fueled every strike. I couldn’t fault him for it. In his shoes, I might have done the very same.
What should have been a simple matter had spiraled into needless chaos, all because of their selfish choices.
“Alpha Blackwell! Alpha Blackwell, look at what Beta Foster did to me!” Jareth whined, his voice grating, pitiful, desperate for sympathy.
Maelor’s growl rumbled low, his restrai
