ans open. Ethan stands there, silho

rs to his private interrogation room. The room

etal chair, my hands

hoing in the small space. "That night. It wasn't jus

cted something mor

lanning to use him as a pawn and then kill him. I can't tell him my DEA team had to take

just look at him, my

k!" he roars, his fist slamming

ng myself. The shocks come in waves, jolting through my body, m

face a storm of frustration and

na' s aides, his f

face... it' s swelling

ced by pure panic. He shoves past the aide and sprin

comes back. Hi

ina' s mansion. A doctor, o

ously low. "He thinks you coated your fingernails with it before t

erfect, vicious

his eyes locking onto mine. "But he n

cold. I know

y mouth open. Ethan stands over

it," he

y throat. It burns. It' s not a

ood onto the pristine floor. The dark, thick

his expression hardening

his voice full of disgust.

away, leaving me ch