Zane pov.
I was in the interrogation room, torturing some of the rogues we caught. So far, I hadn’t made any progress. Not only had they refused to admit anything or say who was controlling them, but every single one of them kept repeating the same two words: boss and hide.
We’d starved them for three days and nights, given them nothing but water, still, they refused to break. Their eyes were hollow, yet their loyalty remained. That was what made it worse — the silence, the defiance. I’d seen all kinds of rogues before, but never ones this organized.
We’d managed to rescue Ronald two nights ago. He was still receiving treatment from Fred, too weak to even stand, and he hadn’t said a word since he woke. Every time I looked at him, I was reminded of how close we were to losing another per
