"What are you doing here, Jefer?" Rodolf asked.
Jefer turned his gaze toward Rodolf. "My younger brother skips his assigned duties, brings back three drug addicts to the edge of the castle walls, and not a single word of explanation makes it to me? If anyone should be demanding answers right now, it's me."
Behind him, Roda leaned in closer to me. "What are you doing?" She was clearly uncomfortable with how close I'd gotten.
I released her wrist. "It's Jefer," I muttered under my breath. "That guy's no ordinary one. He's a Monarch—he'll definitely figure out it was you."
I shifted my focus back to the group ahead, eyes scanning the cell as Rodolf started to explain.
"Well…" Rodolf began, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. "I caught these three with a stash of pills. I figured I'd bring them in and question them—see if I could trace it back to whoever's distributing the stuff."
