Page 92 of King of the Cage

“Yes.”

“Your father’s name is Colm, your brother is Killian, stepbrother Ronan, and sister Quinn, is that correct?”

“Yes,” I answered.

“Have you ever lied to get out of trouble?”

“Yes,” I answered evenly and let my breath shorten, giving me a slight physical response. The point of this tactic was that most people would feel some physical effect when being asked about their wrongdoings. The guy conducting the polygraph made notes, like I wanted him to. I needed his baseline to be wrong.

“Have you ever taken something that didn’t belong to you?”

“Yes,” I said and cut my eyes to Giada. My heart rate spiked a little.

She watched me steadily, without any kind of judgment, only concern.

“Have you ever broken a rule and not been caught?”

I nodded. “Yes.”

“Have you ever made a promise you didn’t keep?”

“No,” I answered confidently. My heart rate remained steady.

The polygrapher nodded to The Sentinel. He was ready.

“Do you want to become a brother of The Enclave?” The Sentinel asked.

“Yes,” I answered easily. It wasn’t even a lie. I needed to continue down this convoluted membership road to find out their inner workings and know exactly who I needed to kill.

“Why do you want to join The Enclave?”

“To make my father proud,” I answered.

“Is that a lie?”

“No.” My pulse remained steady.

“Are you sitting in a chair?” The random control question came out of nowhere.

“Yes.”

“Are you married?”

“Yes,” I answered and glanced at Giada.

“Is your wife in this room?”

“Yes.”

“Do you love her?”

My heart jumped a beat, I couldn’t fucking stop it. I couldn’t lie. It would fuck everything up.

“Yes,” I ground out, keeping my eyes from Giada.

The polygrapher nodded. Holy shit. This was getting a bit too real.

“Does she love you?” the polygrapher asked emotionlessly.

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