Aurora pov

I watched as they dragged the man into the interrogation room. The cell guard chained him to an iron chair so he couldn’t move. His shoulders slumped; he looked hollowed out.

When they were done, Ryan dismissed the guards. He turned, eyes hard. “Okay, let’s get down to business.”

“I’ll ask again, why did you kill your mate and your only daughter?” he demanded.

The man said nothing. His gaze stayed fixed on the floor.

“All right, Aurora. Your turn, make it ...