Sofia’s POV
The FBI agent sitting across from me had the kind of face that suggested he’d heard every lie ever told and believed none of them. The Special Agent Morty, according to the badge he’d flashed when he and his partner had shown up at my apartment at seven in the morning.
“Miss Reyes, when was the last time you spoke with your sister?”
I’d answered this question three times already, but apparently federal investigators enjoyed repetition.
“Two days ago. She called to tell me she was okay, that she was safe.” I didn’t mention the part where Kane Drax had taken the phone from her, or the way Calla’s voice had carried undertones of fear mixed with something that sounded dangerously close to attraction.
“And she didn’t tell you where she was?”
“No.”
Agent Morty exchanged glance
