The Arenas? The f*****g Arenas? My money is funding the very institution that I was a prisoner of for over a year? The same institution that I’ve been fighting to eliminate?
Tana’s hand slaps on top of mine. “Cedric.”
I don’t move. “Cedric, look at me.”
I turn and look at her. “We need him, just for a little while. Retract your claws before you kill him.”
“He’s not going anywhere,” Mr. Rime adds. He’s been sitting and watching, not saying anything until now. “I mean, he could try his luck against four shifters that want him dead, but that would only make his torture last longer. Wouldn’t you agree, Alpha?” He says, looking at me.
I look at the bear shifter. “You said we couldn’t kill him here, so how do you propose we torture information out of him?”
“First,” he points to the walls
