Elias POV
The cell door clangs open and three sets of eyes pin me in place like I already belong to them.
I stand there with my bedroll under one arm and the thin mattress rolled under the other.
My new cell is bigger than the last one, two bunks high on each side, a metal toilet in the corner, and a narrow window that shows nothing but gray sky. The three men do not move. They just looked.
The one in the middle sits on the lower bunk like it is a throne. Broad shoulders, dark hair cut short, a scar that runs from his left eyebrow down to his jaw.
His eyes are the kind that measure distance and threat at the same time. Next to him leans a younger guy with ink crawling up both arms, restless fingers tapping against his thigh.
The third one stands by the sink, drying his hands on a
