Liora's POV
They kept us in a holding lounge just off the main floor, one of those sterile, over-air-conditioned council rooms with silver-thread chairs. An enforcer stood near the door like a statue while the others made calls and scrolled through data pads.
I sat stiffly, arms crossed, doing my best not to show how much I wanted to pace. Raya was beside me, vibrating with rage, her knee bouncing a mile a minute.
“This is absurd,” she muttered for the third time. “You didn’t touch anyone. No one touched you. Nothing even happened.”
“Apparently that’s all it takes now.” I said with an eye roll. How did I even end up in the middle of all this? I was the one being flirted with not the one initiating the whole flirting thing. Why was I being kept back for questioning? This was h
