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    As soon as she left, I quickly grabbed Alice, who looked slightly bewildered, and pulled her into the kitchen with me.


    We busied ourselves with washing vegetables, the water sshing gently as they floated in the basin. But our conversation soon drifted to more pressing matters.


    Without meaning to, we found ourselves talking about Jessica. Alice paused, her hands stilling in the water, her brow furrowing in curiosity.


    “Makenna,” she asked, her voice tinged with confusion, “what did you whisper to Amon back at the hospital?”


    Jessica’s POV:


    The air inside the dim, cramped detention cell felt sickly; so contaminated that every stale breath seemed to scrape against my lungs.


    I turned toward the faint light trickling through the small window and released a slow breath. I was exhausted—mind and body both drained. But even now, I clung to one unshakeable truth: they would never find any evidence.


    That afternoon, I was brought to the interrogation room again. When the door to the room creaked open, Amon strode in. I could feel the temperature drop the moment he stepped inside. He settled into the chair across from me and dragged it closer to study me.


    “How long do you n on keeping up this act, Jessica?”


    I straightened my back, willing myself not to flinch under his gaze. The endless interrogations, the sleepless nights—it all showed in the haggard lines on my face, but I refused to let him see weakness. Not now.


    “I’ve told you already,” I replied. “I didn’t try to kill Makenna.”


    “Oh really?” Amon’s lips curled into a sneer, his eyes narrowing with cold amusement. “Your mate doesn’t seem to agree.”


    His words hit like a sucker punch, making my pulse stumble.


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    “What are you talking about?”


    I could hear the tremor in my own voice as I clutched tight to the edge of my shirt.


    “You know what, Jessica?” Amon leaned forward slightly. “Frank’s already confessed.”


    My heart dropped like there was a lead weight in my chest. Frank?


    No… it couldn’t be. There was no way he’d betray me. Not like this.


    We were in this together—if I went down, so would he.


    I forced myself to breathe, to think.


    “You’re lying!” I shot back, but my voice betrayed me, faltering with a quiver I couldn’t suppress. “Nonsense! Frank wouldn’t admit to something we didn’t do.”


    “Oh, is that right?” Amon’s smile was thin, predatory. “Well, now that Frank has confessed, he might get a lighter sentence. As for you…”


    He let the sentence hang for a second. “Well, your situation might not be so fortunate.”


    He smirked and persuaded me. “So are you sure you don’t want to make any confession that’ll bail you out? Anything that’ll save you?”


    I dug my nails into my palms, the sting grounding me as I fought for control over my breath and my thoughts.


    But I couldn’t confess. Not to this. He could be bluffing—fishing for the truth with empty bait.


    But Amon wasn’t finished. He was a master at his craft, and he knew exactly how to break my defenses.


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