I spoke and heard my own voice, inhuman and terrible. “Did you order someone to hurt my grandmother?” His will fought mine, steel-hard and unyielding, but I was too angry. He refused to bend, so I chained him in place and squeezed. He unlocked his jaws. The answer was a growl. “No.” Truth. I compelled him to answer. I had no idea how I was doing it, but I would do it some more. “Did you order someone to set this fire?” “No.” Truth. “Did you set it yourself?” “No.” Truth. My hold was slipping. He was too strong. It was like trying to twist a railway tie into a knot. “Do you know who did?” “No.”
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