#Chapter 218 The Strongest Volana

Enzo’s POV Jazzy was put in the holding cell, just underneath the Calypso packhouse, until further notice. We kept her shackled with cuffs that kept her powers locked away and to our surprise, she told her coven to let her go. It made me think she had other things planned and it worried me. There were guards keeping their eyes on her 24/7; she wasn’t to be alone. Not even for a second. When we first brought her to the holding cell, Alpha Bastien and I took turns asking her a series of questions. “Why were you working with Paul?” “How did you meet Paul?” “What was it that Paul was after?” “Why didn’t you fight us when we took you away from your coven?” She only sat there and stared at us with an expression that could only be described as amusement. She liked watching us squirm for answers and it was seriously pissing me off. “Why does it matter?” She said, staring between the two of us. “You have me in your custody and Paul is dead. Isn’t that what you wanted?”