I shouldn’t have asked you to wait, she said, then pressed her lips together as more tears fell.
Vinnie flinched, casting Ava a wary look. I don’t know if there are more brothels. I didn’t even know about the last one until I saw the announcement on V-Tube and heard Marge’s name. I don’t ask questions. I just deliver the goods.They weren’t ‘goods’, Vinnie, snapped Sam, they were people.
All the survivors from the brothel are now awake, Jared told him. Each one believes their Sire sold them. Is that how it always worked?Vinnie nodded. We couldn’t afford to have nests tracking us down – four Kejas aren’t much good against entire nests of vampires – so we bought them.What about the other preternaturals? Were they sold too?
No. We usually never went near anyone outside of our species. But the woman who came with Marge – I don’t know her name – promised us big money if we got our hands on some other species.How long have you been working in this trade? Sam asked him.
His eyes briefly slid to Ava, and I wondered if he was considering lying but then thought better of it. Four years.
Sam raised a brow. I take it Marge and her friend weren’t your only buyers, then?I was a mess. Another day gone. Definitely not going to class tomorrow. I wondered if Gavin had tried to come back. Tears pricked my eyes.
The cloth withdrew. Try to open now.I blinked, still feeling the stickiness, but now my lashes were willing to part. The room was dim, and two women stood over me, one in a white coat, the other in sea-green scrubs.
We want to see where we are with the effusion, the doctor said, and I was able now to match her voice to her body. No Large Marge, but she was definitely tall, stately, and older than I expected, her gray hair tight in a French twist. I’m Dr. Adams. I’ve been with you since you came to ICU. Apparently you went on a little expedition and collapsed?That’s right. The bereavement room. The pacifier. I nodded. Is Gavin here?