The door to the interrogation room clicked shut behind the guard, leaving just the soft hum of the city far below and the low glow from a single lamp on the table. Eli sat slumped on the couch nearby, still too shaky to stand on his own, his legs curled under him like they didn’t want to listen. His hands gripped the edge of the cushion, knuckles white. Cove paced slow circles in front of the table, arms crossed tight over his chest, eyes locked on the man tied to the chair across from him.The assassin—face still bruised, one leg bandaged from the graze—lifted his chin and gave a weak laugh. “Well, well. The big bad Voss king himself. And the little hacker playing guard dog.”Cove stopped pacing. “You’re the last one who touched Eli in the server room. Name.”The man spat on the floor, the red hitting the tiles. “Doesn’t matter who I am. You’re dead. All of you. Matteo’s men don’t miss.”Eli’s voice came out rough from the couch, low but steady. “You grabbed me. You pinned me down. T
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