Fadel’s POV

Winter was as cold as her name, even though I could see the truth trembling beneath her calm exterior. Her fingers twitched at her sides, her breath came in sharp little pulls, and her heartbeat kept stuttering against her ribs. She was shaken, badly shaken, but she kept her chin high like she still had control over anything happening in this room.

And even now, even under my threat, she refused to reveal the identity of the spy who’d been feeding her private information about ...