Ethan sat in the dimly lit holding cell, staring through the reinforced glass at Tazra Kane, who was leaning casually against the wall, her hands still cuffed in front of her. Her defiance had been constant since the moment they'd captured her, but now, as they faced each other, there was something different in her eyes, a flicker of something far more complicated than anger or hatred.
"I knew you'd come back, Ethan Warren," she said, her voice filled with a mixture of smugness and certainty. She gave him a slow, confident smile, her lips curling in amusement. "You've got that look in your eyes, the one that says you've started to figure things out."
