I met Lyall down in the cells. It looked like he was feeling more human as well. We turned as the guards brought Quentin to us.
He didn’t look like he’d slept well. His eyes were rimmed red and had dark circles. He seemed ragged, like he had given up. I could imagine that losing someone he loved took a deep toll on him.
“What’s going on? I answered all of your questions yesterday.” Quentin sighed.
“Pris wants to see you, Quentin.” Lyall replied, then looked to the guards. “Take him into the interrogation room.”
They did as they were told and we followed. The guards made sure he was secured to the metal chair and left. I closed the door behind them. Quentin looked at us.
“Pris wants to dissolve your connection, Quentin. You know we do that for mates of people sentenced to death. T
