Damien snatched the paper and tore it into pieces. Without a word, we walked away.
"That was priceless—I wish I'd had my phone to capture his face," Evan laughed.
"Who knew you had it in you?" Damien smirked.
"I knew. She's my spitfire," Atlas said proudly.
"Well, I had to say something. He was pissing me off," I rolled my eyes.
"You're strong. Don't let anyone say otherwise," Damien told me.
We continued to the cells. The mood grew tense. Evan held Niya's hand tightly. Inside, Bradley and Savanah were conscious. Savanah looked distressed, but Bradley remained calm.
"He hasn't said a word," Gabe reported.
I eyed Bradley's smug smirk. He still thought he had the upper hand. Luke stood solemn in the corner, his eyes locked on his brother.
"Silent treatment, huh? All your men are dead. You've no one left," Atlas scoffed.
Bradley's composure faltered for a moment, fear flickering before he masked it again.
