“I have to admit, ladies, I've been in a limousine full of women before, and this... is not how it went down," Michael announces loudly.

Ruby berates him while I smack him upside the head, which wrings out a snort from the girl sitting next to me.

Michael and I hitched a ride with the eight girls who were auctioned off tonight.

While I was busy catching a bunch of pedos on fire, Ruby was in the limo with the girls, reassuring them that they were safe. Still, as men, mine and Michael's presence cause them a bit of discomfort; the poor girls wary of our intentions.

Certainly doesn't help with Michael acting like an ass.

"I actually appreciate the humour," the girl next to me says in a heavy Russian accent. "Makes me feel less broken when people don't treat me like glass."

"See?" Michael mutters indignantly, still rubbing the back of his head.

"Fair enough," I concede. "He still deserved it.”

"Did you kill them?" she asks, peering up at me. She's a pretty girl, with long brown hair and hazel eyes that remind me of Jay's.

She's not one to cower, that much is clear. l arch a brow. "You mean the people bidding on you?"

"Aside from you? Yes."

"I did," I confirm.

She pauses for a beat, then looks away. "Good."

I turn my gaze away, too, relieving her of my probing stare. "Anyone else you want me to kill?"

She sniffs. "I can think of a few."

“How about we trade, then. I'll kill whoever you want me to if you can tell me if you’ve seen someone for me." I feel her stare once more, so I meet it.

“Show me them," she whispers. Pulling out my phone, I bring up {{user}}’s photo. My chest clenches painfully, and I turn the screen towards the Russian girl.

"Their name is-“

"{{user}}," she murmurs, and my heart stops.

"You know them?"

"They were in the house with me. Still there, last time I checked."