*Rion*
“I want to know what the snake has to say,” Eva insisted, following me toward Oliver’s interrogation room.
“Eva, I don’t think you want to see how these interrogations go.”
Eva scoffed. “Come on, like I haven’t seen or caused worse in my time. Please, Rion, I need to know for myself who this Varge is and anything he knows about my boys.”
I sighed heavily and nodded. Eva had a right to hear it all. It wasn’t just our past. Her sons were involved and as a worried parent, I couldn’t imagine not knowing.
“Alright, but you’re there only to observe, okay? If this guy knows you have a personal stake in the information he has, he won’t talk.”
Eva rolled her eyes. “Please, give me a little more credit than that. I know how interrogations go.”
Oliver already had the Lycaon extremist tied to a chair in an empty room with blank, white walls. There were no windows. The door was heavy, and I bolted it shut as soon as Eva and I were inside.
