Late that afternoon, the underground interrogation room beneath the De Silva Mansion was unusually silent. A single light hung from the ceiling, casting long shadows across the cold concrete floor.
Grace and Celine sat on separate chairs, their wrists bound securely behind their backs. Neither woman dared to speak. For the first time since joining the De Silva Clan, they were afraid. Not because they had been captured. But because Aciel Vance De Silva knew the truth.
Grace swallowed hard as memories of the failed kidnapping replayed in her mind. Everything had gone wrong. The mercenaries had failed.
Xylia had defeated both of them. And worst of all, they had confessed.
Celine stared at the steel door, trying to hide the uneasiness in her eyes.
"They don't have any proof," she muttered, more to reassure herself than Grace.
Grace shook her head. "They confessed."
"They're mercenaries. Their words mean nothing."
Grace looked at her friend. "You don't understand."
