The prison was built into the side of a mountain, its walls carved from the living rock.
Michael stood at the entrance, looking up at the massive iron gates that had been designed to hold the worst criminals in the continent. Behind those gates were men and women who had caused immeasurable suffering—warlords, killers, tyrants. And among them was someone Michael needed to see.
The Alliance guards stepped aside as Michael approached, their eyes wary. They knew who he was, what he'd done, what he was capable of. They also knew that the prisoner he'd come to visit was one of the most dangerous people in the world.
"Michael Voss," the warden said, a thin man with a pinched face and nervous eyes. "We weren't expecting you."
"I need to see Rictor."
The warden's face went pale. "The former R
