Ryder

I try to keep my rage under control as I stare at the man in front of me. He is grinning as if he finds my anger amusing.

"Alexie, is it?" I ask with a tight jaw.

"Yes, that would be my name," the prisoner says.

"Care to elaborate what the fuck you're talking about?" I bark.

Alexei's grin falters, and he seems to sense the seriousness in my tone. "I'm just saying that Luna here used to be quite the cook. I remember her making some amazing meals for her family," he says, his voice slightly lower.

I shoot a glance at Ivy, who seems just as confused...