Finn's POV
I hadn't seen Swanson in some time. "Swanson," I called out. "If I were you, I wouldn't reach for that gun."
Darren's eyes locked onto mine, a statue in the dim light as my people crept from the shadows, encircling his car.
"What is this?" he demanded.
"It’s exactly what it looks like," I replied. "These are the slaves and rogues I freed from the market. They work for me now."
"You?" Darren's face twisted with disdain. I could hear the hostility in his voice. "I'm not here for this nonsense. Leah isn't safe. Jalin’s people are hunting her. I need to take her to the North."
"She’s safer with me," I said firmly. "You don’t have to worry. Step out of the car and walk away. Your job here is over."
"You’ll have to fight me for her," Darren hissed.
"I'm not in the mood to figh
