Liam – POV
I step into the prison. The moment Jeremy sees me, he shudders.
"You!" he gasps.
"Jeremy Phoenix," I reply coolly. He trembles, fear etched across his face.
"I just have a few questions," I say. He swallows hard and gives a shaky nod, trying to steady his breathing. Sweat beads on his forehead.
I sit down, forcing myself to suppress the violent rage simmering beneath the surface. He dared to challenge Esme—put her through hell. I'll make him pay for that. But not yet. For now, I have to keep control.
"Sit down," I order. He lowers himself onto the floor without hesitation. At least he knows his place.
"Your Majesty… I'll answer whatever you ask," he murmurs.
"Of course you will. You don't have a choice." My words hit him, and he nods quickly.
