The hype from what I assumed was a clue died instantly when the head of the government guards had me sit down near the pilot, cuffing me securely lest I caused another scene.
Fifi and the others tried to intervene, but they were held back by the guards, each resuming their duties.
Fiery eyes locked gazes with me. An orange ring of light traced his irises. It was unusual but not impossible.
I had heard of people with strange eyes. Never met one until now.
Curly hair, round face, and toned body made him look intimidating but not enough. His uniform was torn on the sides, and the badges on his upper left breast were missing a few stars.
"What do you know about Bronn? Tell me everything," the leader demanded, his voice sounding close to growling.
I pursed my lips, narrowing my gaze at the leader. He was waiting for my response.
I tried to move my hands, but the cuffs limited my movements.
