Ethan sat in the dimly lit holding cell, staring through the reinforced glass at Tazra Kane, who was leaning casually against the wall, her hands still cuffed in front of her. Her defiance had been constant since the moment they'd captured her, but now, as they faced each other, there was something different in her eyes, a flicker of something far more complicated than anger or hatred.
"I knew you'd come back, Ethan Warren," she said, her voice filled with a mixture of smugness and certainty. She gave him a slow, confident smile, her lips curling in amusement. "You've got that look in your eyes, the one that says you've started to figure things out."
Ethan crossed his arms, leaning back against the wall of the brig, trying to mask the frustration building inside him. "You said not to trust anyone but myself. So tell me, what aren't they telling me? What's your game, Tazra? Why do I feel like there's more to this than what the Council's letting on?"
