Nathan's POV
I knew the interrogation would start the second we were alone. There was no stopping Miller from firing questions at me once his children ran off to find their friends after Krysta left.
Instead of resisting, I drew on Warren's steadying presence to maintain my composure and followed Miller into his office.
He settled behind his desk like some kind of pack royalty. That barrier between us had always bothered me before. We were supposed to be friends, brothers even. But he consistently placed that wooden fortress between us during every visit. I never did that with my own pack members when they needed to talk. I always sat beside them, creating comfort instead of distance.
Now I understood his reasoning. He was smart to keep his distance. He should fear me. Deep down, he must have sensed that discovering his crimes would drive me to end his life.
"Now that we have privacy, tell me what she witnessed," he demanded.
