Julien felt his body turn cold.
The armed guards were dragging the chained prisoner right past him, kicking up dust on the road.
He was covered in dark purple bruises, his clothes were torn to shreds, and he was barely keeping his feet moving under the weight of the steel chains wrapped around his wrists and ankles.
But Julien knew exactly who he was looking at.
He had never actually met the guy face to face, but the photo Isabella showed him and Alice's description matched his.
It was definitely Aiden.
Julien had to make a split-second decision right there on the dirt path.
If he shouted the guy's name or even looked the tiniest bit shocked, those elite guards would instantly know they were connected.
They would not even ask questions before acting and would just grab Julien by the collar, drag him back inside that garage, and throw him into a dark cell right next to the prisoner.
