Mira looked at him the way someone looks at a person they have studied for a long time and found mostly predictable.
"You're back." The chains rattled as she shifted against the wall, the sound sharp and high in the confined space. "Has sense finally gotten into your head?" Her voice was even, almost conversational. "You have to kill the person that practically killed your son."
Damian stood in the doorway and let the words settle before responding.
He watched her face as she said it. Measured the timing. The delivery. There was no satisfaction in it, no gleam of someone revealing what they had done. Just the same conviction she had carried since the first day he locked this door.
Either she wasn't related to Allaran's disappearance, or she was very good at acting.
Both were possible.
