Justice? The word sounded convincing yet surreal. Selina's eyes flickered downward, the weight of what 'justice' would mean for her father and for Zane pressing hard against her chest.
She nearly let out a bitter laugh, wondering if life was toying with her, trapping her in an impossible web.
The officer noticed her dazed gaze and trembling hands on the table. "Don't be afraid. I won't let anyone harm you. I'll make sure you're safe."
Then, after a brief pause, his tone sharpened again. "Did anyone threaten you? The ones who harmed Mr. Hudson?"
Selina shook her head. "No. They didn't threaten me."
"Then tell me what happened."
Taking a shaky breath, Selina began recounting a half-truth. She spoke of being taken to an unknown location, nearly handed over to a scarred man, and being rescued by a mysterious figure. She was careful not to mention Zane's name, his motives, or her father's past crime.
