Chapter 519

The three men froze for a second. Two of them glanced up at Evander Sinclair, their eyes dodging his as they mumbled something in a language he couldn’t place. Evander scratched the back of his head, a bit confused. “What are they saying? You got grabbed to do hard labor or what?” A woman among the hostages quickly chimed in, “They’re locals. They bring us food every day. I don’t think they have any idea what’s really going on here.” Evander gave a slight nod, seeming to take it in, but his gaze never left the man huddled in the far corner. That guy hadn’t said a single word. His frame was lean, too lean, and the way he hugged his knees made him look even smaller. His hands were disturbingly pale—so well-kept they made the women here look rough by comparison. Evander’s guard shot up. His eyes narrowed. “You. Come here.” The man stiffened, clearly tense, but eventually stood up and shuffled toward him, keeping close to the wall like he wanted to disappear into it. It was only then that