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Chapter Seventy Seven

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KRISTEN'S POV

Arden sat shackled to the steel chair, head bowed like he’d rehearsed defeat before I even walked in.

The interrogation room was small, stone-cold, one strip of light hanging low enough to cut his face in half. I stood on the other side of the table, arms crossed, Eliana’s scent still clinging to my clothes like a ghost.

I didn’t sit. I couldn’t. My whole body was locked in a tight, burning coil.

“Raise your head,” I said.

He didn’t.

So I slammed my hand down hard enough to rattle the table.

“Arden. Look at me.”

Slowly, painfully, he lifted his eyes. They weren’t defiant. They weren’t scared either. Just… hollow. Like something important had been carved out of him.

“You’re going to tell me where my mate is,” I said quietly. “And you’re going to do it now.”

A twitch cut across his jaw. “I already told the guards. Damon took her.”

I blinked once. Twice.

Damon?

The hell was he talking about?

“And you expect me to believe that?” My voice came out low, sharp. “She wasn’t even
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