Alberto’s POV
My men and I had set up camp on the outskirts of the village, where I did not have to listen to the sound of activity going on.
The wind howled outside, but the air within was unnervingly stiff. The only voice I heard was that of my thoughts, and they were saying not-so-nice things.
I did not look up when the tent flap opened, and the shadows of three men cast over me.
The fruit knife I was polishing with a silk cloth held more interest than what they were about to say.
Of course, I knew it was bad news they brought; it’s all I had been getting for the past few hours since I had been in this village.
Silence hung in the air for five minutes, and clearly, it would go on for much longer if I did not interrupt. So, finally, I lifted my head.
"Sit," I said, my voice comi
