Blood.
Damp stone.
Fear.
Always fear.
I f*****g loved it.
Edward fell into step beside me after a few seconds, his grin already there, too wide, too eager, like he couldn’t quite contain himself.
“Twenty,” he said under his breath, voice low but vibrating with excitement. “Can you believe it?”
I didn’t even look at him.
I could.
Because I had built this.
When word spreads that you can provide anything someone wants—any age, any look, any species, any rarity—people come.
They always come.
And they pay.
Especially when you guarantee discretion.
Especially when you guarantee delivery.
And tonight?
Tonight we had three she-wolves.
Young.
Unmated.
Unmarked.
Untouched.
The kind that drove prices up without even trying.
I didn’t care what happened to them after they left.
