"Does it hurt yet?" Logan's voice was cold, a cruel smile twisting his lips as he circled Aria like a predator stalking its prey.
Aria's head hung low, her breaths labored as she fought against the pain radiating through her body. The silver chains around her wrists dug into her flesh, searing her skin with every movement.
She raised her head slowly, her piercing eyes locking onto Logan. "Not as much as it will hurt when Dante finds you."
Logan's smile faltered for a fraction of a second, but he quickly masked it with a chuckle. "You think your precious Alpha can save you? He's not here now, is he?"
Aria didn't respond. She refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing her crumble.
The small, dark room reeked of dampness and despair. Logan's henchmen stood by the door, their faces blank as they watched him taunt Aria. Selene leaned casually against the wall, her arms crossed and a smug expression plastered on her face.