Chapter 185 Getting nowhere.

Max's POV The steel door clanged shut, a final, unyielding punctuation mark on another failed interrogation. Another hour, another torrent of unanswered questions, another layer of frustration cementing itself in my chest. Aurora, that defiant witch, sat slumped in the chair, a fresh trickle of blood drying on her jaw, her eyes defiantly meeting mine even as exhaustion dragged at her, visible in the dark circles beneath them. She was a ghost of her former self, a skeletal frame barely holding together a spirit of pure, unadulterated venom. And yet, she would not break. My hands clenched, knuckles white, as I watched Leo stride out of the room, his face a mask of annoyance that barely concealed the dark storm brewing beneath. He didn't slam the door this time, a subtle hint of his controlled fury. I knew that feeling all too well. It had been days, days since we'd brought Aurora in, and each passing hour felt like a minute stolen from Jackson's life, a whisper of hope fading into the va