Endgame

Dane

Dane cleared his throat. "Did he give you those bruises, or did someone else? Or did you give them to yourself?"

"Yes, Dane," she snarled, "I beat myself up and held my own wrists until I was bruised, because, you know, I've got such incredible upper body strength." She glared at him, but she didn't drop her eyes this time. Dane kept his face soft, thoughtful. Harry had told him she was dehydrated when she came in. But Dane knew his father was smart enough to think of details like that and how they helped make a situation look real.

"So… who hurt you?"

"I told them already."

"The room in our building. Someone took you there."

"Yes."

"I'm letting the officers search our building tomorrow, did you know that?" 

Her eyes came up to his, challenging. "Good! Then you'll find out I wasn't lying."