Author's Note: Do Not Unlock Yet. Chapter Is Still Under Construction
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Victor met his gaze calmly. "If you think someone will pay a ransom, you've got the wrong people."
The bandit leader sneered. "Oh, we're not expecting ransom. We're going to sell you."
Victor's brow furrowed. "Sell?"
"To a contact in Yinfrost City," the man replied. "A buyer that specializes in rare goods. And you—" he pointed at Victor— "are something rare."
Victor's mind raced. If they were heading to Yinfrost anyway… maybe he could turn this to his advantage.
He turned to Tarkos, whispering, "Think you can break free if I distract them?"
Tarkos shook his head. "Not unless I get the talisman off my spine."
"Then I'll get it off you," Victor murmured.
The bandits were still discussing logistics when Victor spoke loudly, drawing attention. "Wait. I know someone in Yinfrost. Someone powerful. He'll kill you all if he finds out you've taken me."
