Damon’s POV I could smell the fear. No other interrogations mattered the way this one does. I stood across from her, my arms crossed, my presence deliberately restrained. If I let too much of my aura loose in this situation, this girl would be unconscious or dead before she even said what we needed her to say. That won’t do. I needed her awake and coherent. We needed the truth.Ryan now stood to my right, silent but alert, his hands rested casually on the blade at his thigh. Zeta leaned against the far wall, arms folded, eyes sharp and unreadable. And then there was the Mage. I could feel that he had just used magic in a way we didn’t see. The power hummed around him, old and watchful. His presence was heavy in the room in a way that had nothing to do with rank or even physical strength. He sat with his hood low, but I knew he was watching. The woman in the chair, Collina, kept her gaze fixed on the floor. That was good. It meant that she felt small at that moment. “The bl
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