“We’ve been surveilling this place for a month, Elyssa,” I cut in. “My men do not make mistakes. You and everyone you’ve ever known are just property. The playthings of a hundred-year-old organization that trades women like cattle. That deals in blood, in pain, in bodies. The Sanctuary belongs to Astra Tyrannis.”
It’s like she hasn’t heard me at all. She stares off into space, her eyes darting from side to side. Her expression is so sincerely horrified that I find myself taking a step towards her. Now, there’s only five feet of space between the two of us. And it’s too close. Too f*****g close.
Her mouth moves, but no sound comes out. I see her lips starting to turn blue. “I can’t… I can’t breathe…” She starts clawing at her dress, trying to reach around to the back to undo the zipper. S
