Chapter 25

• Amara stood in the dimly lit interrogation room, the air heavy with tension. The rogue sat slumped in the chair, his wrists bound with silver cuffs that sizzled faintly against his skin. His defiance was evident, even in his battered state. Amara’s amber eyes bore into him, unflinching, as she stood her ground. She had faced betrayal, death, and rebirth—this rogue’s bravado did little to intimidate her.
• “You can either make this easier on yourself,” she said, her voice cold and sharp, “or I can ensure you regret every moment of silence.”
• The rogue sneered, baring his teeth. “You think I fear you? You’re nothing but a pawn in a game far beyond your understanding.”