Neve gritted his teeth, watching whoever this stranger was touch Popi without permission.
He mentioned something about being Zyreth's brother. His voice carried confidence and arrogance like he owned the place. Like he owned everyone in it.
Zyreth's brother? Does that mean Zyreth sent him here deliberately? Or did Zyreth not even know he was here using the prisoners for his own entertainment?
Neve did not feel good when this man was near him. Something was off. Something was dangerous about his presence.
He glanced at Popi, who was still not herself. Her body was frozen. Her eyes were empty. She was a prisoner in her own body, unable to move or speak or resist.
"Popi!" Neve yelled her name, his voice filled with urgency and desperation. "Snap out of it! Fight him! You have to snap out of it!"
Popi still did not hear. She did not respond. She was completely under this man's control.
