“You lost any rights when you ran.”
The words cut straight to Cole’s heart. Said so matter-of-factly and without a hint of sympathy that it took Cole a long moment to remind himself that this wasn’t Logan. NothisLogan, anyway. “Please,” he gritted out.
This was all for show, and they both had to play their parts.
“Fine. I’ll see what I can do.”
“Thanks,” he said, sarcasm lacing his tone.
Logan simply raised an eyebrow before turning to call over to the others. “Are we done here?”
“For now,” Jez answered. “We’ll report back to Simon and go from there.”
“Can I take him back to holding or does it have to be you guys?” Logan glanced back at Cole, but his expression remained neutral, like he didn’t care either way.
Smith snorted. “Since this section of the building is access key only, even you can’t lose him. Go ahead.” He waved towards the door. “He’s being kept in Room One. Everything’s set up.”
“What, no hotel or nice apartment?” Cole snarked.
“Not until Michael deems you’re no longer a flight risk.” Jez came over to join them, and Cole glared up at him, remembering the feel of his fists. “I’d get comfortable if I was you.”
Fair enough.
Cole hadn’t expected freedom anytime soon. “Can I get these off at least?” He rattled the cuffs around his wrist. “They’re beginning to smart a little.” They fucking killed where the metal burnt into his skin, but then everyone in the room knew that.
“Fine.” Jez moved behind him, and Cole let out an involuntary sigh of relief when they were unlocked and lifted away from him. “Don’t be an arsehole and try anything. Like I said, there’s no way out from this part of the building, and you won’t get a second chance.”
Cole nodded. He wasn’t stupid.
Although current circumstance would suggest otherwise.
He could be settled on Jersey, free to do as he pleased—within reason—and with his parents minutes away.
Instead he was here, with his life in the hands of people who would kill him without a second thought.
Think of the bigger picture.
A time when no one is forced to join a fucking pack, and humans aren’t treated like dirt beneath shifter paws.
Cole clung to that thought as Logan marched him out into the corridor.
The walls were a dull grey, uniform and prison-like. No windows.
“Alone at last,” Cole muttered.
“Hardly.” Logan pointed to the cameras positioned high on the walls at regular intervals. “Watching and listening. Another reason for you to behave.”
And not say anything you shouldn’t.
Got it.
Cole sighed, going over what they’d rehearsed in his mind. Christ, he was tired, his body still adjusting to being turned, and hours in the interrogation room hadn’t helped. “I’m sorry if I got you in trouble.”
Logan’s bitter laugh sounded harsh in the surrounding quiet. He spared Cole a look. “Are you?”
“Not really, no.”
“Then why apologise?”
