Sera’s pov:
The room smelled like cold metal and cleaning supplies.
I stood by the door, my hands folded and my back straight. I could feel Damien watching me from the corner, waiting to see if I would run.
I didn't move an inch.
The man tied to the chair was young… way younger than I thought he’d be. His hands were zip-tied and his ankles were locked to the floor. He had a split lip and a black eye, and he looked at me like I was the last person he expected to see.
“She can leave,” he rasped, nodding toward me. “I’ll talk to you, just get her out.”
Damien didn’t budge. “She stays.”
The man’s eyes went wide. “You’re bringing civilians into this now?”
I took a step forward before Damien could say a word.
“I’m not a civilian,” I said.
My voice sounded solid. I was actually proud of
