Jason gave a brief nod to one of his men, then turned back toward the camp. Moments later, he dragged out a woman.
Martin’s eyes narrowed—it was Cathy.
“Cathy! Are you alright?” Martin shouted.
“I’m fine!” Cathy called back quickly.
Before she could say more, Jason impatiently waved his hand. One of his men yanked her away and dragged her back into the camp despite her struggles.
“Let go of me! I said let go!” she screamed as she was forced back inside.
Jason turned again, his tone sharp. “Now can we have the food?”
Martin shook his head. “I’ve only seen one of them. What about the rest? How do I know you haven’t done something to them? We made an agreement last night—are you changing the terms already?”
Jason sneered. “You’ll see one person each day. Keep handing over food, and I
