Protecting her was the reason Kael volunteered. Watching her dismantle a prison with compliments and observations that were technically correct was the gift that kept on giving.
The interrogation room was windowless and designed to make people feel small. The lighting was bright when they walked in.
Kael pulled the chair out next to Guinevere and sat.
The officer looked at Veyron.
"Yeah, no. She is not being questioned without me present," Kael said flatly.
Veyron waved a hand, done fighting battles he couldn't win tonight, and took his seat across from her. Octavian stood behind him, arms folded.
The lights dimmed until the only thing still fully lit was Veyron's face and the table between them.
Kael recognized it immediately. Classic interrogation staging. Control the environment. Control the subject. Reduce the visual field to the questioner and the question. He had seen it done in Drakencrest.
Not on his watch.
