"You look angry," Lucien said coldly. "What's wrong, Pierce? Upset you're here while your friends are out there enjoying freedom? You should give up their names. Might make the next few days easier."
The cell was damp and lit with a flickering torch, casting shadows across his sullen face. His wrists were bound, not just with iron cuffs but with wolfsbane-induced ones, to weaken him and block shifting.
"I have nothing to say to you."
"That's a big statement from a man in shackles."
Emerald stepped forward. "Save yourself, Pierce; just give us a name."
Pierce said nothing.
Lucien stood beside Emerald, arms crossed. "We can stand here all day."
"Then get comfortable," Pierce replied flatly, staring straight ahead. "You can't break me."
"We don't have to," Lucien said coldly. "You'll do that all on your own."
"Let's try this again," Emerald said, arms folded as she stopped pacing and leaned against the wall of the cell. "Who were you waiting for?"
Pierce stared straight ahead.
