Ronan's POV
I slammed Leo against the wall, my forearm pressed against his throat. "You expect us to believe that bullshit?"
Leo's eyes widened with fear, his hands clawing at my arm. "I—I swear! I didn't forge any letters!"
Kaelen placed a hand on my shoulder. "Easy, brother. Let him breathe."
Reluctantly, I eased the pressure, but kept him pinned. Leo gasped for air, his face red.
"Talk," I demanded. "Everything you know about those letters. Now."
The investigation room felt suffocating despite its size. The dark wood paneling absorbed the weak light from the overhead fixtures, casting long shadows across Leo's terrified face. Orion leaned against the desk, arms crossed, his expression cold enough to freeze hell itself.
"I told you," Leo wheezed. "I didn't write them. I wouldn't even know how to copy someone's handwriting that well."
"But you know who would," Orion said, his voice deadly calm.
Leo's eyes darted between us. He swallowed hard.
