Kira vs Mav

“Oh shit,” Milo mutters under his breath as I enter the cell. They have Kira tied up. She sits in a chair, her mouth covered and her eyes wide upon seeing me. She’s been crying, sobbing more likely as her mascara is streaked down her cheeks and the bags under her eyes are raw.

“Not getting anywhere on your own?” I ask him, and he crosses his arms over his chest.

“You know this is not something I enjoy.” He says, eyeing Kira up and down as she frantically looks between the two of us.

“That is why I’m here.” I mutter, rolling up my sleeves with a sigh before rounding the small cart set up with various tools. I’m hopeful she will crack easily, but something tells me she is going to be a pain in the ass.

“She has refused to say a single thing to anyone since her initial claim of innocence and that she is being set up.”

“Is it possible she is being set up?” I ask him, looking up.

“It’s always a possibility.” He shrugs.

I walk to the far wall, grabbing a metal chair and dragging it acro