Arren was correct. It was complete nonsense. How could the victim be denied the opportunity to see their perpetrators if they so desired? Spade simply didn't want them to meet.
"Rules were rules. You are not allowed to know his whereabouts, let alone meet him," he said firmly, leaving no room for argument. What he said was ridiculous even for him, but he didn't like the fact that the omega was meeting that bastard.
Arren was going insane with these rules, like fuck the rules. He couldn't say anything. Who made these damn policies? He had already knitted his brows and was about to tear his hair to make sure it wasn't a dream. He didn't believe it in the least.
"Are you playing with me?" he asked, gritting his teeth in annoyance. This investigator couldn't be joking with him, could he?
