Tolya doesn’t flicker his gaze from her for a second. “She didn’t tell you? f*****g figures. She didn’t tell the judge, either.” Hescoffs. “I saw a little girl get snatched from the streets and stuffed into the trunk of some beat-up shitshow. I followed them tothe warehouse and waited for him to leave before I went in. And I found her stuffed inside some shipping crate, ready to besold to some sick bastard.”
Fucking hell.
I manage to swallow, despite the dryness in my mouth. “You were there. You were there and you saw who—”
“I didn’t see s**t. I was too busy hiding behind the crate when I heard voices arguing.” He pitches his voice into some sicksing-song. “I didn’t want to leave such a sweet little girl all alone.”
Tolya swiftly takes her hand. It’s not quite a grab, not enough to al
