Chapter 192

LUCIAN’S POV The corridor outside the interrogation room is too narrow for the rage pacing through me. I’ve worn a groove into the floor tiles, walking back and forth, my fists clenching and unclenching. Every time I pass the glass panel, I catch a glimpse of her. Elora. Sitting straight-backed at the metal table, her chin lifted like she refuses to let the room break her. There’s a faint bruise on her cheek I hadn’t seen before. My chest tightens viciously. I shouldn’t be out here. I should be in there. Adrian's presence should be enough to put mind at rest. But still… I turned when an officer stepped out. “Sir, you need to remain…” “I want to see my wife.” My voice cracked “Now.” “She’s still being questioned.” “For how long?” I snapped. “Because if you think you’re going to keep her in there like she’s some criminal…” “Lucian.” Aiden’s hand clamps onto my arm. “Calm down. You’ll make it worse.” I shrugged him off. “Worse than this?” I gestured violently at the glass. “She was attack