Rowan’s POV

As I walked into the FBI office, Bret was already waiting for me in the lobby. His presence immediately calmed me, though the anxiety didn’t leave completely.

“Ready?” he asked, his eyes locking onto mine.

I nodded, but the truth was, I didn’t feel ready at all. We moved toward the interrogation room where I would face Agent Smith.

The interrogation room was freezing, the air humming with tension. The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead as Agent Smith sat across from me. I had met plenty of people in my life who could command a room, but Smith was different. He had the sort of arrogance that came from...