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If Miro was sending crops or some other product to Ridgemark, then shouldn't it be in trucks with some kind of company logo on them? It was important for branding--and free advertising, besides.

Who would use an unmarked truck and why?

Bah.

He was overthinking it. The truck probably just belonged to an independent contractor. Or to a company that valued discretion for some reason. It could've been empty, for all he knew.

He shifted in his seat and tried to relax. All this waiting was getting to him. He'd never been the most patient person. He and his brothers were all like that. Human interaction was their bread and butter, and whenever they had to go without it for very long, they got antsy.

But he wasn't a child, anymore. He couldn't keep using that as an excuse. Professionalism had to come before his whims and wishes.

His phone dinged.

Finally, another text. From Adan this time. Hmm? It was only one word.

slaves

Raul's eyes held on that word for a long moment, widening slowly at the dreaded realization. Slaves?

He awaited clarification, but he had a feeling that he already knew everything that he needed to.

It was a group text, so Esai had seen it, too. His response was not comforting. It, too, was only one word.

yes

A rare scowl formed on Raul's face as he began texting back.

Chapter Two Hundred Nineteen: 'A lord's decision...'

Hector was going to be sad to see the King leave. After multiple extensions to the man's stay here at Warrenhold, it seemed that he was finally going to return to Sescoria today.

He would miss Lynn, too, of course, though that parting would also be accompanied by a sense of relief. As much as he enjoyed being around her, it was a bit exhausting to have his attention constantly split on her. These last few days, he couldn't help devoting an entire parallel thought process to just her.