Max's POV

The steel door clanged shut, a final, unyielding punctuation mark on another failed interrogation. Another hour, another torrent of unanswered questions, another layer of frustration cementing itself in my chest. Aurora, that defiant witch, sat slumped in the chair, a fresh trickle of blood drying on her jaw, her eyes defiantly meeting mine even as exhaustion dragged at her, visible in the dark circles beneath them. She was a ghost of her former self, a skeletal frame barely ...