I couldn’t help but let out a laugh, already picturing the scene in my head towering men yelling curses, expecting to meet some shriveled old man with a cane, only to be stunned when a tall, broad-shouldered god of a man stepped out instead. Zaliver probably enjoyed proving people wrong like that.
“So, this island… how do you manage to bring things in and out without attracting human attention?” I asked, genuine curiosity bubbling up. I wasn’t trying to escape anymore maybe it was the restful sleep I had last night, or maybe I was finally starting to accept that I was here for a while.
Zaliver arched a brow and looked me over, probably wondering if I was fishing for a way to sneak out. But after a beat, he either decided I wasn’t a threat, or he just didn’t think I stood a chance.
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