How that was possible was probably not in any way legal.
“I need to be in that room,” I rounded on Kyan. My ankle brace felt heavier than it had since it’d gone on me.
“The girls we have in there will get them to talk. You don’t need to be anywhere near them.”
Frustration had my hands fisted.
Kyan brought me here through a back entrance. All I saw on the way were black-painted halls lit up by dim blue light. The room was small, with only a loveseat in the middle.
The girls wouldn’t get anything of importance from them, and I was supposed to sit here, and do nothing? They were crazy. I eyed Kyan. He was the most logical of the three.
I grabbed his arm, bringing his attention to me.
“Please help me,” I begged. “I need to do this.” I struggled to swallow.
“What happened to . . . the woman that hurt you three?”
His lips thinned, and he turned pale.
“We . . . got rid of her.”
The way he said it was easy, with no emotion or guilt.
“As you should have.” I nodded slowly. “How’d you guys do it?”
Kyan tugged at the collar of his shirt. “She enjoyed sweets. We had easy access to rat poison.” He shrugged, still visibly uncomfortable.
“You were able to bring justice to yourselves. I want that for me, too.”
His lips softened.
“I won’t leave you alone with them.”
“Okay,” I croaked, taking it. His presence wouldn’t do much to stop them once they saw me. “Can I have your phone?”
He pulled it out and handed it to me. I swiped to the voice recording app.
“We have cameras in there.”
I shook my head, shoving the phone into my bra. “I can’t take any chances.” I moved my shoulder to adjust my breasts. The hard edge of the phone dug into my soft flesh.
“Let’s go,” I said curtly, turning on the uncomfortable heels. The last few months without heels had wrecked my ability to wear them.
“Wait,” he called, and he lifted a thin black mask to my face, making sure it was snug.
“What about you?”
“I’ll be fine.”
I nodded, and he shuffled me out, guiding me to the left. Eventually, he opened an entrance to the main floor, guiding me through the crowd. The exit had led us out opposite the entrance where the Bournes were. Bodies writhed on the floor, the ambient lighting glistening off skin.
Sections were scattered throughout, with a dancer on each platform, surrounded by seats. In the middle of the room, there was a raised stage. Kyan mentioned that was where the Omegas were auctioned from.
We’d navigated through the crowd, with Kyan stepping on my shoe from how close he walked. A third of the way through, Kyan’s name was called out.
He stiffened. “Don’t move.” He gave me his back and met the hand of a large, burly man who made the mask on his face look tiny.
“Kyan, my man,” he bellowed, smacking Kyan’s shoulder hard.
